Friday, July 12, 2019


I'm home. My Dad has been traveling a bit and mostly staying at our vacation house in Casper on the coast.

I've got the Yountville house to myself, I can skinny dip and sun to my hearts content!

Nights are lonely out in the vines...very different from the constant noise of a big city, from the continuous availability of other humans.

When you are in a big city, there is no stillness, no open space. There sure is aloneness! All those people and no one to talk to!

Living in the midst of vineyards there are moments of pure stillness, plenty of space, but still no one to talk to!

I'm mostly fine with that. I like aloneness. I've been gardening. Rescued the tomatoes my Dad started. Getting used to the fuller fruit of Napa wines. The killer cannibis..

I'm back on my meditation schedule, morning and evening, 1 hour each. Lazy days.

Now I am starting to think of warm flesh to flesh contact with someone. Someone who thinks, who can chill, and who can tolerate my weirdness! Temporary or long term, gender not too important. That shall be my mission from the vines!

I've been taking nocturnal walks, down the road, cutting through the fields. Animals are out there. I've seen racoons and possum, heard the mice and ducked when a big owl flapped flapped by 10 feet overhead. He lives in some giant oaks nearby. Makes me think of Harry Potter. I await my message!

I could walk naked if I wanted, no cars, no people. Maybe the next full moon..

See you then.