Hello to any who might look before I am gone. I have returned, finally, after almost a year of travels all over the place to my tiny cabin tucked so far away from the rest of the world. It is amazing to be back in this wild valley where bears out number humans two to one. After seeing how it is in the far away places, beautiful and terrible at once in those cities of the southern world (that is south of the us/canada border) home feels incredibly stable. The course of life continues here, oblivious or so it seems to the outside world.

Since I have been back I have spent as much time as possible outside. The masters have emerged from their winter's sleep, descending from the high mountains to leave track marks in the snow. In a small valley that I have renamed Zozus, or "the place where dreams are made" I ran into one of the giants as he made his way from his winter den. We stood there on the slope, looking at one another for a moment before he turned swiftly and climbed back up the mountain. I felt sad that he couldn't read me. Couldn't he see that I wasn't there to take away his life the way the hunters would, and that in fact I would be honored to walk alongside the great being, just for a day to understand the world as he does. But perhaps he did read me. Maybe he felt my heart quicken at his presence. Perhaps he knew that inside I did harbor not only reverence but also fear and until I can move with out that emotion in his company he will flee from me.

So yes, this is the end of my SG time. I wanted to be more faithful with this journal while traveling but it was hard. Checking the porn site from public libraries and internet cafes doesn't really work. But I liked being part of this and feel good that I was able to connect with the souls that I did through here. I am venturing south again this summer: Goa party outside SF in late May, north of Vancouver BC in July, Shambhala music fest in August. Maybe I will see some of you...

Hello to any who might look before I am gone. I have returned, finally, after almost a year of travels all over the place to my tiny cabin tucked so far away from the rest of the world. It is amazing to be back in this wild valley where bears out number humans two to one. After seeing how it is in the far away places, beautiful and terrible at once in those cities of the southern world (that is south of the us/canada border) home feels incredibly stable. The course of life continues here, oblivious or so it seems to the outside world.

Since I have been back I have spent as much time as possible outside. The masters have emerged from their winter's sleep, descending from the high mountains to leave track marks in the snow. In a small valley that I have renamed Zozus, or "the place where dreams are made" I ran into one of the giants as he made his way from his winter den. We stood there on the slope, looking at one another for a moment before he turned swiftly and climbed back up the mountain. I felt sad that he couldn't read me. Couldn't he see that I wasn't there to take away his life the way the hunters would, and that in fact I would be honored to walk alongside the great being, just for a day to understand the world as he does. But perhaps he did read me. Maybe he felt my heart quicken at his presence. Perhaps he knew that inside I did harbor not only reverence but also fear and until I can move with out that emotion in his company he will flee from me.

So yes, this is the end of my SG time. I wanted to be more faithful with this journal while traveling but it was hard. Checking the porn site from public libraries and internet cafes doesn't really work. But I liked being part of this and feel good that I was able to connect with the souls that I did through here. I am venturing south again this summer: Goa party outside SF in late May, north of Vancouver BC in July, Shambhala music fest in August. Maybe I will see some of you there?

I tried to put a less abstract pic up but to no avail. Maybe I will try again before this goes.

Much love