I recall a story where one of my heroes Joe David was carving a mask on a ferry and someone took time to tell him if he cleaned up his mask he would offer him $50. Or something of that amount. The insult is something that made him one if not the best of our people, well let’s be honest yes.

I post this because we need to gather in time of rememberance and do such things more often. My hands up to my current kiya, when she said we can’t be all same direction. As hard as that is to grasp, I needed time to bring this idea.

I rode the ferry and a young boy was looking for a place to throw away a bent up piece of mid weight card stock.

I wish I could say I saw a whale fin appear and it drove me to the edge of the deck and know it was a moment where I was moved so much I needed paper. It was not that, it was a place that found me with time and patience. For family that take trips to be on those vessels, in my head I was reminded of a story from my last mentor in the water that put kept his door open.

Reminded how mariners regarded anything in the sea as monsters in that voyage. Before a machine could sweep up everything and discard the world.

With my love I took a chance to purchase a sea urchin to understand what it is to break apart something, because all the passerby look at them like smelt or hooligan.

it brought me back to a place of an idea of time, to truly understand why we pray for our food.

I do all I can to be acceleration of my heart within design of what is uncontainable. I go as far as my eyes can see endurance. Heroes of my generation. The day I landed in a place, the void sank within my heart a loss. To be alongside few of us who paint and put works into hands. I met a man toshiro when I need that endurance.

I endure a world without Loren now, and swallow the moon with any time it comes out.

Ironman, Black Sabbath

and Run to your mama now, by Goat.

as long as breath within me, I protect the dark side of the moon. I was born by the river contained that made it brown because a levee kept it in a shape where glacier fed waters run as they do but the salmon still find a way to the water.