The air is heavy and damp. Cold for June, they say, but I’ve felt colder. I haven’t written in a while. To many things to do and too little to say. I’m changing directions. Less big physical work. More Neil Young.
I don’t much care for Neil Young’s music, except for That One Song From Way Back In The Day. But I remember hearing that he chose his work by how much he thought he might enjoy it. Less playing the same old tune the same old way. More playing whatever he felt like playing with whomever he felt like playing it.
In other words, more fun.
We do that when we’re kids; why shouldn’t it work now? Focus on what what moves us in the moment? Yeah, I know – the whole money thing. But really. What if we realize when we truly have enough and don’t need more? What if the bank account we ought to be filling is our soul?
The air is hot and thick. The rain is pouring down and the sky is flashing brightly. In the time it took me to write this, the weather has shifted and so has my work.