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Sometimes it's the people you go out of your way most to help out, work the hardest to reach out and meet, that seem to be the least appreciative. I actually wrote a bit of "poetry" about expectations f I may be so bold to call it that. Expectations are the drag in the room, The purgatory of a customer service line. The cancelled flight, an airport plight The downer, an energy vampire. The dream will never unfold. A story cannot be told When held captive to a fixed page. Life, made of stardust and light, Breathes in ebb and flow.

Best NW run ever..musically and everything else. Enjoyed Barracco's cryptic comment at the end of the Portland shows that, "We'll be back sooner than you think..." Last Saturday eve I was sent a text of a photo from the Wintergrass festival in Seattle area of a particular poster advertising a particular NW summer fest with the name of a particular band included that we all like.....hmmmmm

Show of the tour - Absolutely incredible.

What a time we had! It was so fun to hang with and see some of my favorite humans I have ever known. It is always a trick to push pause on life and dip out but so needed. Daily life is a bit of a grind, especially trying to balance peoples' expectations and manifest goodness and love in spite of that static getting in the way. As my husband says, I work too hard to suffer the bs. We are so lucky to experience the magic of a show where the Named has no name and the Way has no path lives full on captured in the timeless lyrics and inspired music. Island Bro and I cooked this escape up back in October, and like Venus, these February shows danced on the distant horizon with promise and delivered. So hot tubs/ springs are the ticket for the NW and erase the wear of the night before. And being the good student, I managed to hit the spa 4 out 5 days we were out there! The other day I soaked in wine!! . We landed in snow at PDX a little bedraggled and began to decompress. The first show(2nd Portland) was a smorgasbord of music and it all in its own way began to sort me out. You know- when too much of everything is just enough? A little pinch of this and that is bound to satisfy. Melvin tore up the keys across the way after the show -and thankfully Portland is a city after my own stomach. We found good company at the Roxy for a late night breakfast. The next day seemed a bit dicey because the snow all around might impact our wine tour plans. The sun was shining on us and we tasted the earth and felt the rain. I found new spaces within in Eugene and opened up for the good primal Dead in Ashland. The most perfect venue is that Ashland Armory- wide space with wood floors. I danced a while in socks. Oh, and it was heavenly. Mon amour, mon vie. Things reset, cloudy skies cleared, old crusty pizza even shone again in glory. I breathed in the goodness and my heart space filled, awashed in laughter and good times. I savor the new friendships I made and the aroma of the longer standing ones. Soul connections happen when you meet people it seems you've known already and they bless you unbeknownst through the years. Just being there at the right times to soothe your soul. This really happened....You must be on the right road when a dress you wore 5 years ago to dinner shows up in your landscape, with that dinner date standing right there! I kid you not. Floored! I have never see another wear it, even when new, much less so long afterwards!!! I will be taking that dress out there to Ashland next time for my twin. It is only 16 years old from Target but the best!! lol Love you people. Love my tribe. I carry you in my heart, that feeling, til we meet again.

That was the most psychedlic bucket o' clams I've been packed in to in quite some time.... Salt of the earth, all the way 😜

Awesome. Thank you for this post, PG.