We were evacuated on Day 7 of the Vipassana course because the Corrine Fire was ripe. Gobbled up 1000 acres. I caught a ride West with the meditator in front of me. Clay. We ended up at a Vipassana center North of San Francisco to serve. I left the service period early to let a hand injury heal up. Flight doesn’t depart til July 6 so I decided to follow the day. A woman at the center was headed to a midwife in Petaluma. Of course Sarah Healy’s home is there. Sarah told me where the hidden key is. On the way I opened my phone to see social media fireworks for legal love. Spent the night meditating with Jasper the cat purring snug in my lap. Bus to Oakland the next day for surprise reunion BBQ with the Kagan-Trenchard’s and crew. The Gideon Hug. Of course Anis is in town. Revival. We slept in a Berkeley hilltop home with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. Took a train to San Francisco Pride. Met up with Joe and Stephen at the heart. Nikki too. Huge smile. Dipped out to catch the BART in time for Alameda dinner with Berardi’s. On the way from Joe Kowalke to Jon Berardi there was a clearing in the crowd and a view of the city. I stood still there, listened to a man play Pachelbel’s Canon on a stringed harmonic lap piece. Joe, Jon and I met exactly 20 years ago at a camp in Indiana. We were on the same team. They played Pachelbel’s Canon at the graduation. The Berardi’s left yesterday for Indiana. I am in their new home until my flight leaves on the 6th. Thanksgiving all week long. If you caught my post a couple months ago about the hitchhiker I picked up in Oregon 1000 miles away from where I met her last year, you can appreciate that of course we crossed paths yesterday. We ate Thai food in the shade and paid attention. She’s on her way to Mount Shasta with her new gold dog. Of course she needed a ride to Muir. Of course that’s where I first said the words “You’re amazing for the things you see.” Of course I said it to Jon Berardi as Joe ran laps on the horizon line. Of course we took a selfie and I touched the ocean. Tonight I’m having dinner with Katie Wirsing. We’re gonna watch Anis feature in Berkeley at The Starry Plough. Get here. It’s not that far. My whole life people told me Venus is closer to the sun than us. Of course, tonight it has made its way, near Jupiter. Look up.
Nearly a month straight of cooking my own meals,
yoga, CrossFit, pool, sun, NBA Playoffs with Andrea,
watching the kids at the skate park,
seeing Evan Young give his graduation speech,
meditation, reading Cristin‘s New York Time’s best-seller (!!WHAT?!),
bike rides near the racing creek,
fun with the local improv acting crew,
writing again, recovering from 16 months touring,
catching up with friends, facing West.
Departing Boulder tomorrow for Cali to do a show in Fresno
then be at a Vipassana center (www.dhamma.org) until July 5th.
Will be off the grid without phone or email,
so if you post or send a message and there’s no response… fair enough.
Boulder, I’m sweet on you, and I’m coming back for a second date,
tubing, batting cages and a guitar (so I can get the basics down for that
new CD we’re recording at Besiendershuis Nijmegen, 2016).
For weeks I’ve been privately listening to all things Eckhart Tolle on YouTube as I hole up in a now sunny patch of Boulder, well-recovering from tour, having reluctantly sold off everything I owned once more in order to detach, start over, largely living in a state of “we’ll see.” Thank goodness. What’s left is packed in a bright blue bag at the foot of a bed in the guest room of a friend’s home. I just now found this clip of Jim Carrey introducing Eckhart Tolle, six years ago today (June 4, 2009, my birthday), when I realized a lifelong personal goal. I could hardly be more on board with the volition in this video and what it represents. This post I’m posting is from a place of being stoked on serendipity, not a ploy for bday wishes. Not necessary. This year what I want is to introduce you to my love. Please, be a respectful family about the video clip I’m bringing home for you to meet… If you disapprove, maybe that’s a-okay and you’ll still find it in ya to bite your lip, observe without comment, and just be happy that I’ve fallen in love again, with the point of this video. I’m probably gonna ask it to marry me:
I was at a Vipassana course when Mother’s Day arrived
so Mom made a collage in our honor.
Commenting on my affinity for Conway Twitty’s glasses
during a time of Journey and the Miami Vice everything-must-go rack
would just be downright cruel.
Sorry about the glare off my chin in the right side pic.
It was an accidental collision between the flash and the Clearasil.
I love you, Mom.
1) If forced to pick a favorite, this.
2) It’s been up for over a year and has 180 views.
I’ve watched it at least 27 times.
I’m in love and can no longer be selfish.
I write alongside it when no one’s watching.
3) It’s 16 minutes and 31 seconds long,
which statistically means only about .75 of you
will ever click play, hungry badgers.
4) Consider passing the video on to true-of-heart quality
artists navigating in good form, whether in front of 15 or 15,000.
One of the most influential and trusty heroes
of my college years, Lee Shefferman, saw a poster
for the the final show of this epic Riled Up and Wasted On Light World Tour, which will be
realized tomorrow where he now works as
a counselor at UNC in Greeley, Colorado.
Neither of us knew til last night.
Tonight I got to eat dinner with he and
his two little girls (made out of calm candy and
smiles that melt steel). One of them sang me a song
from Little Mermaid. Whole restaurant clapped when she finished.
There are 16 months (maybe 40 years) of reasons
I hold these tears on top of my face,
all of which have to do with arriving.
See y’all tomorrow night for one last show
(before I fly to Texas and put puzzles together with Mom!):
Tickets via www.buddywakefield.com/tour-info Coincidence must be made of magnets.
I was the ONLY passenger on the flight into Kirksville, MO.
Captain Matt let me ride shotgun.
We were 8000 feet up when he took this picture.
Thank you Truman University
for an unforgettable second-to-last show
of one long motherlovin world tour.
And thank you aggressive handsome man in the St. Louis airport
for offering me a handjob at the urinal.
While I didn’t feel comfortable accepting,
I was having a bad hair day
and ya really made me feel like one of the gangbang.
“…and I lift my glass to the awful truth
which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth
except to say it isn’t worth a dime.” – L. Cohen