Familiar Roads

I have gotten used to writing in this journal daily. But I find there is not much to report today. I am traveling back to Vancouver driving down familiar roads. My day was 'thought heavy'. Starting with strange dreams difficult to wake from, premature goodbyes and hours of driving in solitary confinement, I am ready to curl up and lose myself in a book.

This past year both my physical world and perception of the world has gone through several stages of expansion and contraction. Summers in the fish plant have a way of focusing your physical and mental reality to the inside of four concrete walls and daily production totals, space not permitted for sentences starting with 'I'. This tour has done wonders for pushing out both the geographic and cognitive barriers to personal growth, allowing for breakthrough and positive regression (this sounds very self-help, yuck!).

As usual, lots on my mind, lot of questions, few answers. Looking forward to seeing family and friends back East. I am also looking forward to returning and getting photos completed for the upcoming cd. I wrote yesterday that I want 'this' more than ever and it's true. If anything, all these setbacks have only strengthened my commitment to seeing this dream through to it's end. What ever that end may be.