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  • West of one of the most westerly places I could go, I watch the sun slide lazily into the Pacific like a tired surfer. Here, together with her, I am whole. This was my aim. This was a place I wanted a weekend to be an eternity.

    I feel whole.

    I felt whole.

    It all made sense. It was all according to plan or at least the path, the road, where it seemed to be going.

    Like knowing where the sun comes up and down.

    Like a golden drop of love.

    My cup was full, overflowing.

    And if you/me from the future, came up on that dock, and whispered in my ear what the future might yield, I would pick you/me up, and kick the crap out of you/me. I would push you/me in the water and spit in your/my face. What do you/me know?

    In that moment.

    The sun.

    Was mine not to hold but to give. To give it all. I don't want to hold the gold, I want it to flow. I want it to warm, soothe, envelope, wrap, caress, glisten, slide. I want to just sit and smile at is glow and flow and I would know I would show all I know.

    Pyrite sunset.

    I am using Cowbird to share the story of a 15,000 mile road odyssey I took in 2011, which started with me quitting my job in March and setting out in June for a loop around the US and Canada. It's less of a day by day narrative and more of an attempt to tell a story of the story, with some amounts of imagined bits that emerge on looking at the media from the trip, including the more than 1400 images, videos, and audio files collected in my digital time capsule, the Storybox.
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