Wander In The Desert
The beauty of traveling is that you never know what you are going to find. There is always the element of surprise and discovery, of wonder and amazement. Like that of a child and his adventures. – and his adventures like that of a child – dreamy, pointless, uninhibited.
Time flies.
Is it possible to outgrow a feeling, an experience – move on? Something you know you have to follow but it’s not the same road as before.
When you could no longer relate to what was once a life. When you let go of the past not because of what once was, but because you no longer belong there anymore.
When things don’t work out any longer and there is nothing left to say or prove.
This wet and chilly January days definitely makes me miss me feel nostalgic of the warmer days in the island.
If anything I take out of 2018 is that I don’t need a lot to be happy. And it seems that the more I give, the more I get. The less I own, the more I do. I have never been more optimistic and less scared to try.
It also goes without saying that I am only badass because I have the best homies who always got my back – accepting me and my eccentricities.
It was a lovely occasion. And, yes, it’s always good to be reacquainted with your roots. But I am not going to lie- I’ve been dreaming about the warm blue waters, and I’ve been craving it, too.
Not sure why I do and don’t seek it. But despite this fear there are many things that interest me about taking on an adventure.
I’m playing a live show at Stork Club in Oakland on November 17th.
So I finally got these in the mail – my latest album Nomad Heart CDs
My second single, A Burlesque Chorale, off the EP …for the most part., is almost 2 years old.
He never fails to tell me how much he loves my songs – he never heard a single one. But he never knew what it meant, and honestly, I thought I would never get the chance to tell him. Until today.
