Back in the Saddle

The Update

I last left you in Oaxaca… maybe wondering if I had gotten picked up by the Federali and thrown in a Mexican prison for my outlaw behavior. Sadly, the story is not quite that dramatic. I didn’t get lost, I got found… and it wasn’t by a Mexican Federali it was by John Harris, purveyor of truth, kindness, and show-up behavior. The man is a fucking saint. And devil. All in one big headed package.

Rather than bore you with all the details of the last year and a half, we can jump to the present and leave the past open for your interpretation and imagination. I just moved into the house-with-no-name in Santa Barbara, California. Marisol is taking a sabbatical. Yola is the Warrior Princess, my forever guardian. And John is John – roommate, Consigliere, brother, sister, father, mother, friend, teacher, student, practice partner and co-conspirator of spreading Good Love. Together, we share a remarkable life where the food is plentiful, the hours in the day are flexible, and the community is growing. I don’t know where this is leading or how I got here exactly, but nothing about it feels wrong. On the contrary – it’s a fucking miracle.