Astral Samurai

This month started off with another attempt at building a guitar. I purchased a kit from Martin Guitar with their 1883 store. It seemed they did 90% of the necessary work, a little gluing there, a little chiseling here, reduction and fitting of the soundboard and back plate, hammer down the frets, some drilling or tapering of the neck and I'd be done. I tried to keep myself involved with anything other then the negativity I was thinking. I did all I could to stay focused and disciplined. I kept thinking back on honor, well what is that now? If you've already violated those principals by not committing to an action that could have saved so much heartache.  I started a writing frenzy on a long overdue novel because I knew a long chapter of my life was about to close. I purchased a car I didn't really want to buy that needs plenty of work. I was doing it mostly to help a friend's, friend, I expect to work on the car into the next month with my mechanic friend.    ...

This month had to be one of the most comforting months Ive had in a while. I kept going over something that happened. Always the question why? I didn't like that I felt comfortable despite knowing something went wrong. I had that, oh im alive feeling and it was a reminder not to take any of these small moments for granted. Having my family around was good, meeting up for a barbecue, a day at the beach. A good friend was nice enough to take me for a ride to the beach too. I fought the waves jumping over each one, diving under; coming back up, picking up rocks and sea shells with my feet. I felt like a dolphin going under coming back up, twisting, and swimming back up for air. I couldn't help but take a few photos taking some of the moments with me home. My friend had a bright smile, her humor, kept me from being to serious about all of it. Two girls pointed at me, their father and another boy came into view. I could just barely pick up the conversation, about samur...