I’ve been back from the Canadian tour for about a week. It was such a whirlwind but all I keep thinking of is the stars. They were so big and just huge. When we weren’t campfire playing or stage playing or other band watching it was all about sitting on the stone beach by the river with the fire going for warmth and star-gazing. Huge pine trees, different than ours but similar, framing entire galaxies. It haunts me now. Back in the city with our glittery urban hills and light polluted skies. I’m glad to be home but part of me wants to tear the family out of California and go find my peace on that wild beautiful island. I forget how comfortable I am with my Canadian family. How amused they are by my ‘aggressively friendly’ american nature. What amazing musicians they and their circle are, and how sometimes, you can stay up until 5am talking by a river to someone you’ve known for 48 hours because the connections are that strong. I just want to go back like yesterday. I want to reach out my arms and hold that peaceful wildness in my arms. I want to breathe in all of this clean forest river air and let my body heal back towards something simpler. And then I want to go to Logan’s and drink too much while arms are thrown around all of the shoulders and we laugh so hard we shake the piano into another barrelhouse tune.
But home, and Oakland more and more does feel like home. Home is good. The critters and the wife and the love and so much wonderful stuff here too. I wish our stars were biggest but c’est la vie.
Keep on keepin on as they say.