Running in tempo
I. Running through the edges of a suburb, little side trails that cut through patches of weeds and evergreen trees. Places where the side walk ends, the street surrenders to a Himalayan Blackberry and Scotch Broom take over. This is the gap place hinting at a space & time before the traditional North West landscape was sacrificed to an imaginary housing market, invasive intelligent plants, and undeveloped gravel lots.
II. I’ve been thinking a lot about music, goals, and dreams. Planning and writing, mapping things out. On the guitar I’ve been practicing a piece named “Tico Tico no Fuba”, which is quite beyond my level of skill, but still appreciable to me because every now and then I hit a measure or four of notes in the right order and I am given a glimpse of what this song could sound like were I better. Up until last week, I hadn’t really considered expanding my guitar vocabulary beyond simple chords and picking patterns.
:Part of this is me avoiding the confrontation with the fact that I can not see the end game from where I stand. An unwillingness to acknowledge that not everything is going just as planned. A resistance to fixing what is broken. Another is noticing a creativity and perseverance which is ephemeral and hoping that it can become more long term.
I preach a path of balance to myself. The idea of 15 minutes a day, but 15 minutes is never enough. I have shut myself in and only played the guitar or written poetry for days before, but I don’t want to walk into that circle again.
