There are a lot of changes... like the soundscape, for instance. There are so many different bird-songs here. My urban ears were accustomed to picking up, maybe, ONE... and ::poof!:: it'd be quickly gone... but here there are bird CHOIRS! I recorded a sample, and am dropping it in the podcast outro. Listen out for the pretty chimes.
There's a big tree in our front yard that's home to a woodpecker -- nature's percussionist. He's replacing the guys outside my bedroom window in the city who played upside down buckets for donations. Every day. Many hours a day. So I am ready for Woody Woodpecker :-)
My sense of distance + space is changing. It feels like, "Wooooowww, there's finally room to expand..." And I don't mean expand trinkets + junk. I mean expand visions + missions. Those persistent ideas I've been carrying around -- all crinkled up in a tiny pocket, waiting for enough minutes + enough money to unfold them... decipher, practice + share them. It's not that the minutes or the money came... I just decided to stop waiting! Some people move to the 'burbs to make babies + raise a family. I moved to make art + raise consciousness.
IBI Available 4/20
"What's the truest thing I can say?"
I kept that question at the front of everything I wrote, and ended up having the most liberating experience of my life. You can expect a very surprising + transformational essay, coming 4/20.