After getting my dad settled into an assisted living facility, I caught a flight down to SF. I hadn't been so emotionally exhausted since dealing with watching my mom slowly succumb to cancer, it was good to get on a plane and escape to N. CA. My place of refuge.
I spent a week there, picked up my ducati, got in a few good days of work, then feeling recharged I decided to go back up to Seattle. Things with my dad were (as always) volatile and I felt I could help. The ride up was beautiful! I took two days and went up the coastline instead of my normal 11 hour power trip up I-5.
Since I've been back in Seattle this week I've realized there is nothing I can do to help my dad. There is nothing for me here either. My sister is gone for a summer-long job out of state. I've just been bumming around with friends all week, waiting for the weather to clear so I can get the fuck out of here and get back to life.
Lately, I've become pretty lazy with letting my bad habits run amuck (amuck [əˈmʌk] a state of murderous frenzy, originally observed among Malays) If there is an internal battlefield kept in check by introspection & discipline, it is likely mine is currently overrun with berserkers bred of neglect. Time to go. I remember seeing this device, a centrifuge. It spins test tubes to separate cell components according to their relative densities. I honestly think I need motion in order to pay attention to all my individual internal components. For some reason it is much easier for me to take care of myself when life is spinning.
The day after tomorrow is supposed to be clear so I'll head down to Chico, get settled in my new place...for a day... then ride down to LA, then to stay with a friend in Vegas. After that, back to LA for a few days at which point I will fly to Atlanta and get tatt'ed by someone I have been so looking forward to working on me!
motion motion motion motion ;)
I spent a week there, picked up my ducati, got in a few good days of work, then feeling recharged I decided to go back up to Seattle. Things with my dad were (as always) volatile and I felt I could help. The ride up was beautiful! I took two days and went up the coastline instead of my normal 11 hour power trip up I-5.
Since I've been back in Seattle this week I've realized there is nothing I can do to help my dad. There is nothing for me here either. My sister is gone for a summer-long job out of state. I've just been bumming around with friends all week, waiting for the weather to clear so I can get the fuck out of here and get back to life.
Lately, I've become pretty lazy with letting my bad habits run amuck (amuck [əˈmʌk] a state of murderous frenzy, originally observed among Malays) If there is an internal battlefield kept in check by introspection & discipline, it is likely mine is currently overrun with berserkers bred of neglect. Time to go. I remember seeing this device, a centrifuge. It spins test tubes to separate cell components according to their relative densities. I honestly think I need motion in order to pay attention to all my individual internal components. For some reason it is much easier for me to take care of myself when life is spinning.
The day after tomorrow is supposed to be clear so I'll head down to Chico, get settled in my new place...for a day... then ride down to LA, then to stay with a friend in Vegas. After that, back to LA for a few days at which point I will fly to Atlanta and get tatt'ed by someone I have been so looking forward to working on me!
motion motion motion motion ;)
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