February is wondrous month for me. So many changes. I feel so different than I did a year ago, I arrived back in South Carolina in the warm sunshine, and soon thereafter entered a painful phase of finding my life apart from the constant traveling. The evening of this anniversary of my return brings a sudden change in weather, from cold still air to a warmer, even balmy breeze. I can't help but think of the Memphis wind flying along the Mississippi River on my Friday AM dark-hour walkabout through its empty streets, a vagabond who was completed by his wanderings, just for that night. It seems a congratulatory wind, a reward for returning not just once, but twice. Charleston is where I belong. My feet belong in the warm lowcountry soil, at least until fate uproots me and sends me away. All is comfy and generous-feeling. I still find daily joy in interactions with strangers, and am still developing the ability to find adventurous joy in all of my doings. I am largely happy with what I have, although it is little. I spent this morning in my sleeping bag dreaming of women and what is right and how comfortable my life is. I think of all the faces that made my journey, then and now, what it should've been and will be. Those kind, generous, trusting human beings that elevated and continue to build my soul, as I know I have built theirs. And to all those who fear the haunting impelling voice within them to venture as did I, think on this: Those who don't love you, or cannot accept you, can never change you. Even yourself, who you are. Only those who believe in you can change you, for the better. The divine wind will take you where it knows you must.
So blow big wind
Like a storm o'er the sea
So blow, big wind, You can't shake me
