That’s life.  Surfing the wave one minute and thrashing around plummeted with walls of tears the next.  And the in-between.  Lull between waves.  Quiet soft rhythm along the sandy shore.

High points are inspiring, thrilling–reading for four people in one night.  Seeing their eyes drink up the juice flowing through me.  Knowing really that they’ll remember 1/10 of it all and absolutely accepting my role.  Wondering if I was too much of a ham, and opening my hand to receive the money.

And home alone.  Cold in the morning.  Late to rush into traffic and a job for someone else’s vision.

Up and down.  In and out.  Here and there.  Just You and me today Ganesha, riding the waves on this beautiful blue-green planet dancing around the sun.