Hi from the Southern Coast of England. Ah. That sea H20!
There's no view currently, other than a few distant street lamps, & the hauntingly faint whisper of wind blowing through the old trees outside. (it's dark and I'm up WAY too early.)
I wonder what it's like where you are.
This is one of my favourite places in the whole world.
I'm not sure I can tell you why exactly, but I'm beginning to learn that magick doesn't always have to be explained. Do you know what I mean?
Maybe it's the history that bellows from the remains of the walls that once protected the city.
Perhaps it's the soot-grey sky that cries now and again, chilling the air and steeping it subtly with a dye of drearyness.
But perhaps the fall simply beckons it.
Maybe it's the music that steeps the very streets we walk. The clapton's, zeppelin's, folk and punk. Maybe it will make its way into me.
I've only been here 3 days so far, recovering from the album, contemplating the meaning of life, and spending some time with friends, as well as working on a few new songs. (Heck, who am I kidding. I can't help myself) And yoga. Hot yoga.
But it means so much to be here. To do all of that HERE. It gives a perspective that perhaps I wouldn't have had.
Being here feels like dreams come true by simply being.
I dream of a world where I get to go out and meet new people, play, tour and record music all around the world, and when that's done, come back to a home. To friends. To loved ones. To surround myself with such good, I can hardly believe it's my life. And to give. a LOT.
Until so soon,