pause pause

moving... an uprooting of the physical home, earth element...the center of all the other elements. without its rootedness, i feel filled with helium, as though i float about the reality i am living down below on the ground. moving is traumatic, especially when unprepared. i've adopted a wider vantage point which makes all my experiences less shocking or shaking. i know that this chaotic period will pass, and i will be so grounded in my life, such intimate friends with my truth, that i will have much goodness to inspire with. i am in "pause pause" mode. frances, my former and soon to be roommate told me that in between tasks, to pause, pause, to allow my weakened back muscles rest easy. i am laying with my red rubber hot lover, my hot water bottle. we've been intimate for at least a year, mainly in the past 3 months really going at it. tomorrow morning the movers come at 8am, drifting into our lives like a wave of short men; they wash into the rooms, gather for a pause, and then flow out, carrying frances and my things off to a new home in the sky. it is the brightest pink red building i've ever seen...talk about moving into a castle. it's a grand thing. i look forward to jam sessions and deck parties, good conversations and amazing experiences in this home, and while i'm traveling around europe singing my self silly. i've got a great jazz demo now, 3 original pieces from quattrology. i'll be installing them on some website soon, i'll keep you posted. very nice things happening. peace all. send goodness my way :) i need a push ; ) a soft warm southerly to extend its arms in offerings of goodness and ease.