Woke up at 6. Out of bed in my fuzzy onesie making coffee at 7. Yesterday I woke at 5 and was in the zone until about 3pm, didn't even open the van door. These are exactly the kind of days I want right now. I consider this monk mode.
It's chilly here. I almost turned on the heater this morning. We're in some kind of in-between zone that none of the weather apps seem to predict accurately, and my devices are constantly confused between time zones. I have a hard enough time keeping track of what day it is. Now I'm constantly confused about the time too.
I posted a new song yesterday called "What a Time" under the name Chasing the Butter. I know I post things under a lot of different names and that can get confusing. That's partly why this website exists, to start bringing things together in one place.
I've been observing that the days I have are frequently different from the days I plan. I'll sit down intending to put energy into one project, but when the moment arrives it's abundantly clear that the inspiration is somewhere else right now. I've been handling that by just flowing where the energy is. I can't fully control any of it. I think of myself as an instrument. My job is to show up, listen, and express whatever wants to come through. It's early in this particular iteration, and a fuller picture is emerging over time.
It's like a wheel with a lot of spokes, each one a different project. It keeps turning. Each time it stops I've been on that stop before, I pour work in, and then the wheel turns again. I show up with presence and gentle consistent effort. That's all I can do.
Route 67 and the North Rim open Friday. I'm guessing we'll venture in on Saturday. Shannon may go on a four day hike across the Grand Canyon. I'd love to do something like that but now is not the time. I'll stay back and guard the fort and continue my practice.
This stretch of traveling with Shannon just fell together a couple weeks ago. We were both headed toward southern Colorado and talked about maybe connecting along the way. It's worked out great. She's a seasoned nomad with her own interests and pursuits. We camp well together. I spend a lot of time doing my own thing and so does she. She couldn't care less when I disappear into the van for long stretches, but I still have someone to sit with around the campfire or go exploring with when the mood hits. I still get everything I like about traveling alone, plus the benefits of a companion. It's a good situation.
Tomorrow I go into Kanab to pick up my packages. Twelve items, almost an hour each way.