O and B passed out after the trip . . .
My week in Seattle was the most fun I've had in a while. I got to see so many amazing things . . . .
scenic views of downtown
lakes covered in a soft blanket of fog
attractive people of all ethnicities
a gloomy and sinister Amazon building on a hilltop
a magical Steinway piano by a window
a guy named Lars and his lady friend
singing New Zealanders
a big doughnut by a reservoir where a wedding proposal once took place
amusingly burnt bread at an Italian restaurant
the view of strangers through a big window of a French cafe
Bruce and his son Brandon
a sunset mirrored by water
the site of a spectacular mountain through a tiny airplane window
Asians freezing in a church
a couch by a reflecting pool at Seattle U
bacon AND chocolate TOGETHER(!)
the smile of a woman in a French cafe who gave me precious advice about life
a fairy on a ferry
gorgeous, big blue eyes that will strike the hearts of many some day
a giant troll nestled under a bridge
a little family of three in a house of happy colors
people at a bus stop perpetually waiting
a surprised fluffy cat upon the unexpected arrival of a stranger
a mother and her daughter staring out of a window on a ferry to Bainbridge Island
breathtaking art from some kickass Asian people
the most HYSTERICAL hula hoop dancing EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
standing on the street by a bus stop and catching a final glance through the window of a little girl laughing . . . .
For this trip, I got to visit friends of mine who I've known over ten years now. I still remember when I first met them. Seeing the changes that have transpired in their lives was a bit of a thrill for me. They have a family now, and a life rich with joy, struggle, laughter, and love. In general, I tend to worry about many of my friends and always hope that they have at least some happiness in their lives. I headed home relieved that they are safe and cared for in each others arms.
Unbeknown to them, I've been doing research for my next album that I hope to record early next year. The view of a family with all its quirks and tenderness gave me much to think about . . .
During this trip, as I often do when I am away from home, I gave myself time to think about my life and the direction I am going. I made some big decisions for myself that I hope to follow through on over the next few years. Life tends to move one with or without one's active involvement. I plan on having my say in the matter quite assertively.
Seattle is a different world far removed from my little corner in the south. Giant trolls live under sprawling bridges. Ghosts wander through town leaving a trail of fog in their wake. An army of mountains stand guard just over the horizon--majestic in their quiet, stoic vigilance. Towers scrape the clouds of an overcast sky. People from all over the world live here as exotic textures and flavors abound. This is a place where the ocean greets the land, and the salt of the sea travels no further. There is a richness here--fed by rain, cradled by water.
I hold a deep fondness for this magical place.
I returned to Nashville feeling refreshed and renewed for the year to come. I am so grateful for the time I had away.