BRAINWORK

I was feeling overwhelmed and a bit crowded, unsatisfied by any of the Pismo/Shell/AG coffee shops, I drove to San Luis Obispo, for the third time this week, again without a good enough reason. And I'm sitting in Steynberg Gallery, drinking Lychee Black tea with a little bit of honey miel, trying to ignore a photo exhibit put up by Barry Goyette, of seed pods, flowers, and nude portraits of voluptuous women jumping in the garden. Editing long over-due letters Ben sent me that he wrote to raise money for Myanmar, with imperfect grammar, and warmth and wonderment that always moves me to tears. Sometimes I forget, that my whole future is before me, with endless possibilities, and numerous potentials. This is just the beginning of many meaningful pursuits. Everything is going to be alright.