Words

"Life is a balance between throwing out and inviting in. You are just a passage. Share! Give, and more will be given to you. Be a miser, don't give, and less will be given to you because you don't need it." Osho

I left Urbana six months ago. 

I went in search of a guitar today. 

I walked a mile to the Amazon Trail and across the road lives a man named Phil. I knock on his door, he is a large man. I sit on the sofa and plug in, happy to be with a guitar again. 

Phil offers me a ride to a local music store.  As he drives he tells me he once played AAA baseball. He has lived in Eugene most of his life, and loves it. "It rains all the time, and joke it is our sun." 

At the music shop a female clerk tells me she once lived in Vegas, and recently moved to Eugene. Phil buys a drum kit for his son. 

Back home, I study the amp, tune the strings.

"Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in this little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind. There's no need for solitude. So love life for what it is, and form no preconceptions whatever in your mind." Jack Kerouac