Two months of Tuesday silence is an unprecedented record, I think. No... I did not fall off the edge of California into the Pacific (well, my camera actually did... but that's another story).
I am alive and well after making my way across the country in a leisurely fashion to the Other ocean and the nation's capital -- Washington, DC.
I'm here on a sort of exploration mission, lured by colorful friends and perhaps something a lot bigger, with dreams of new creative purpose and truer living. For the moment I have a half of a room and a whole closet in a corner brick house on historic Capitol Hill, four generous roommates and a few divinely imported old friends, and at least 6 coffee shops with wireless within a 7 block radius.
It's been an interesting three weeks of spontaneous meetings and rainbow chasing and watching the leaves change along with my life yet again...
So far so good.
