There is something very comforting about the road.
There is an acceptance that there is only so much I can control.
So I let go.
I surrender to train schedules, traffic, the full emptiness of airports, and random conversations.
It can be hard going but I love what the road gives me. There is a constant reminder of impermanence that settled life tries to convince me is not there. Nothing is fixed, everything is on its’ way in or out. The great pendulum swing of existence. On the road that is so evident that it is unavoidable. It’s uncomfortable and deeply enjoyable.
Tours take time to plan. Months of emails, conversations, negotiations, plans and ideas.
April 2018 I’ll be performing in schools, at conferences, in a winery, at CalTech. I will be speaking with thinkers, friends, scientists and storytellers. And then there are all the other humans I haven’t planned on meeting. I’ll be telling my show UniVerse, as well as a cadre of other stories, some new some old. Three weeks of changing beds, new keys, new friends, and a host of moments. Quickly gone.
Here’s to all my road sisters and brothers, you know who you are. I share the road with you. Here’s to all the friends old and new that I’m about to cross paths with. Here’s to the light fantastic, the space between us where the sublime is possible.