If I go out of my way to do anything, it’s to travel with and to see friends, particularly if it means we’ll be together away from television and computers and work and all of those things that get in the way of people really looking each other in the eye and hearing each other speak. 

A few weeks ago I was at John the Farrier’s with my tribe, celebrating Beltaine and welcoming home one of our members who had been far too far away in far too dangerous a place for a year. 

Before that I was in Chicago, dancing and listening to tunes with friends who I can normally only reach over wires. 

Last weekend, I was with some of my favorite women in the world on the Potomac Delta, watching Osprey hunt, and singing, and laughing hysterically for hours on end. 

In a few days, Scott and I are flying to Utah to see his family, their dogs, and the llamas-in-law. 

In all cases, I stay away from screens and electronics as much as I can.  I always chastise myself for forgetting to take pictures, or treating photography and journaling as homework or chores when I’m on these trips.  But in the moment, a lens on a gadget, or a pen and a book just seem like they distance me from the people I’m trying to be with.  So I could post a photo I don’t think captures what I’m trying to say to you, but I won’t.  I’ll try to remember to take just the right photo out west, and if I get close I’ll paste it in later.  If I don’t, you’ll have to settle for my words this time. 

In the meantime, I’ll be scrambling to set up a couple of gigs with Tethera and our annual group trip to Celtic summer camp, while simultaneously trying to dig out from the remodel and maybe paint a couple of walls in my sleep. The next time I complain about being too busy, please remind me that the busy spells precede and follow journeys, and that it’s all for the best.

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