Times they are a'changin'.
It's been a bit since I last posted, the Salon has found its wind. Not second mind you, but it's here all the same. I am enjoying the feeling of completion.
Old friends parted, new friends joining. It's a great time to be alive.
New faces breathe a lithe of honesty, into any situation.
I love comparing my trials and tribulations to someone that's gone before, and truly mastered the skill. Every time I think I've got it my ego gets the best of me. Fear and Ego, two things I try to eradicate from my being. Mental tapes reprogrammed.
I was fortunate enough to have been invited and attended, a Memorial for a man I never had the pleasure of knowing.
He loved Beach Cruiser Bikes, and his garden, he was a joyful Barista and an Artist. He was in love for the first time, he left us at twenty-six.
One common thread was apparent as his friends and family remembered him.
He was not the richest, nor the most handsome, not as you would say a high powered, goal oriented member of society. But a salt of the Earth Man, one you would love to be lost in a rain storm with. A person that made your day better just from the friendly banter while he was making your favorite coffee, or sandwich.
A servant to us all, reminding me to serve all I love, be my best me, live my best life. So when I'm called to go I know I will not look back on my life and have regrets. Never Ending...
