Come Find Me In the Park
Where our Memories are Born.
Go out, and Smell the Rain
Tell Everyone About the Storm.
It all came together in a night spent at a condo in Bee Caves. We’re all pretty much gypsies now. Its nice. We have had such great help from our friends, you know, sometimes you need a helping hand, and when times get bad its all you have. But more on that later. The words came first on a night in south Austin, sleeping on a friends floor, laptop on the desk. Although the tool was a laptop, the freedom of expression transcends.
When was the last time you heard of something from a friend….that was standing in front of you. And when it happened, did you consult your calender immediately ? Technological progress and improvement currently highlight our social existence, but all of this is built on and through Nature. Nature is our mother, our source of vibrations, and what we resonate with most harmoniously. The smell of change is in the air, in the trees, and blowing in the wind. Won’t you listen? Where is your mind, your heart, your soul? Maybe it lives in the shaking atoms as they tremble with curiosity for the source. Maybe it lives in the closet of a giant philanthropic caterpillar, it’s up to you, or not. But be aware, not weary, that it IS your choice.
So come find us, in the park.
note: what is grammar anyway, relatively speaking of course.