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December 9th, 2010
at 10:20 a.m.
Acidophilus should be spelled Assidophilus.
In addition to falling in amor with myself and allowing the new album to awaken and unfold organically, this well driven journey has also inspired a quest for America’s Best Veggie Burger and the Perfect Cup of Hot Chocolate.
Santa Fe is thought to be a vortex; a geographical location so energetic it naturally attracts intuits, nudists, and naturalists and forces the visitor and resident alike to
find healing thru harmony. It is said to be quite impossible to remain in this energy unless “equilibrium is found por the individual.”(btw I'm standing on one leg as I write this.)
Vortexes are generally unseen yet viewed as swirling tornadoes of light. In Santa Fe, the vortex that lured me in was a tornado of beauty – lush green and adobe brown under a landscape of rich sky blue and red chili spice. Not only am I going início with a length of chili to adorn my home, I’m also departing with a satisfied stomach of Pasqual’s Mexican Hot chocolate and remnants of Veggie Burger smathered across my taste buds, courtesy of the chá House located on the artists' exquisite Canyon Road.
I’d also like to credit these establishments and their amazing staff for sustaining me on my most luxurious hobo journey to date:
Incredible Angela at starbucks – Mechanicsville, VA
Elwood Thompson’s - Richmond, VA
The Cast of starbucks – Salem, VA
Elliston Place o jantar, lanchonete – Nashville, TN
Drew & All at Kayak’s Coffee – St Louis, MO
Cheers – Paducah, KY
Nature’s Own Health comida Market – Kansas City, KS
1-70 o jantar, lanchonete – Middle of Nowhere, CO
Pike’s Perk – Colorado Springs, CO
I avoided Texas on the trip this time. I don't care for the long expanses of dirt or crowded cow towns that suffocate its citizens and passers por with moo-moo methane. Entering into New Mexico from Texas you see a huge difference as to how cows are kept. In Texas, the cows look at you like, "What the fridge are you lookin' at? Are you gonna help us or what?"
In New Mexico, the land of enchantment, it's the opposite. The cows, with breathy inside-voices are like, "Welcome to Moo Mexico. How may I help moo?" They too seem affected and appreciative of the swirling vortexes of amor light.
And so I too amor it here.
But the journey ain’t over yet. As I’m always pleasantly reminded upon awakening to each new day, there ain’t no retired enlightenment. For as it is, without a doubt, after the ecstasy, the laundry.
December 9th, 2010
at 10:20 a.m.
Acidophilus should be spelled Assidophilus.
In addition to falling in amor with myself and allowing the new album to awaken and unfold organically, this well driven journey has also inspired a quest for America’s Best Veggie Burger and the Perfect Cup of Hot Chocolate.
Santa Fe is thought to be a vortex; a geographical location so energetic it naturally attracts intuits, nudists, and naturalists and forces the visitor and resident alike to
find healing thru harmony. It is said to be quite impossible to remain in this energy unless “equilibrium is found por the individual.”(btw I'm standing on one leg as I write this.)
Vortexes are generally unseen yet viewed as swirling tornadoes of light. In Santa Fe, the vortex that lured me in was a tornado of beauty – lush green and adobe brown under a landscape of rich sky blue and red chili spice. Not only am I going início with a length of chili to adorn my home, I’m also departing with a satisfied stomach of Pasqual’s Mexican Hot chocolate and remnants of Veggie Burger smathered across my taste buds, courtesy of the chá House located on the artists' exquisite Canyon Road.
I’d also like to credit these establishments and their amazing staff for sustaining me on my most luxurious hobo journey to date:
Incredible Angela at starbucks – Mechanicsville, VA
Elwood Thompson’s - Richmond, VA
The Cast of starbucks – Salem, VA
Elliston Place o jantar, lanchonete – Nashville, TN
Drew & All at Kayak’s Coffee – St Louis, MO
Cheers – Paducah, KY
Nature’s Own Health comida Market – Kansas City, KS
1-70 o jantar, lanchonete – Middle of Nowhere, CO
Pike’s Perk – Colorado Springs, CO
I avoided Texas on the trip this time. I don't care for the long expanses of dirt or crowded cow towns that suffocate its citizens and passers por with moo-moo methane. Entering into New Mexico from Texas you see a huge difference as to how cows are kept. In Texas, the cows look at you like, "What the fridge are you lookin' at? Are you gonna help us or what?"
In New Mexico, the land of enchantment, it's the opposite. The cows, with breathy inside-voices are like, "Welcome to Moo Mexico. How may I help moo?" They too seem affected and appreciative of the swirling vortexes of amor light.
And so I too amor it here.
But the journey ain’t over yet. As I’m always pleasantly reminded upon awakening to each new day, there ain’t no retired enlightenment. For as it is, without a doubt, after the ecstasy, the laundry.