Interesting winter... after a 30 foot fall from a roof and two crushed and fractured vertebrae, I'm back to working and climbing, though carefully. I'm very lucky to be alive and able to walk. I'm also very lucky to have a wonderful, loving partner and some good friends to help me through. There are times in life when a person can be "blown open" - this wasn't the first time like that, and I've been taking some good things from my fall and subsequent recovery period. The sun still sets in the West, I still jerk around and convulse without completely being able to control it, my spine still hurts.... but something is different, and it feels really good. As a performer, "Inspiration" is a term I used to reserve for the creative process, but in recent years it's meaning has expanded for me- "in-Spirit", or "of-God"...
Really, who are you? I've known for a long time that my "being" doesn't stop at the ends of my fingers and toes, but, like most folks it's easy for me to forget about that in the daily effort toward food, clothing, shelter, and whatever else I think I need. The truly exceptional people I've known seem to remember it more often. I don't know all the things I was put here to do, but I do know some of them- apparently I'm supposed to stay around a bit longer....
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