what it means to care...

"...if I could,
through myself
set your spirit free.
I'd lead your heart away
see you break,
break away,
into the light
and to the day..."

pretty much sums it up for me...

if I could...I would...

begs the questions:

What can I do? What do I do? Do I do enough?

to which I respond:

I do what I can...

resistance is futile...

...so I have sunk to trying to blog about my, gasp, feelings....
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I feel great!

"heavy metal 8two8"

get ready for THE summer exhibit/party of the year!

the studio is set for Saturday, August 2nd starting at noon and running until everyone is down and out!

"Heavy Metal 8two8" will feature 22 Oklahoma artists working in metal combined with glass, wood, acrylic, paints and various other materials...

22 artists! count 'em, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...

t-w-e-n-t-y t-w-o a-r-t-i-s-t-s...holy mig welder batman!

asia, don, ron, joe, matt, kenny, kelley, klint, stan, clinton, randy, paul,dan, eric, chad, fitz, jim, rick, tracey, ru, skip and me...

please come on out, drive on in or fly into town for this show!

31Deuce Studio, 312 ne 37th street in WayFab OKC!

22 artists, welder-fu, gratuitous dark goggle dancing, welding helmet anonymous socializing, grinder-fu, hot metal, hotter women....heck, probably hot men too, gratuitous finger food and cold beverage bonanza...

joe bob sez, "check it out"...

yesterday...

I crossed paths with a couple of old friends...
maybe by chance, maybe by fate.

a decision without expectation...

a moment's pause, a look of surprise and an embrace of warmth.

in moments our conversation flowed, breathless in its' reckless abandon.

taking great comfort in each other, we relaxed without hesitation.

as we talked I wondered what drove us apart,
when did our conversations end...

and why.

we had known great glories, and shared bitter pains.
we had laughed for hours, and cried forever.

we stopped a moment, quietly stood and listened to our breath...
taking comfort in a friendship renewed...

and knew in a fleeting moment's eternity,
we'd never part again.

an understanding that any one without the others was less than each alone...

without knowing.

I crossed paths with a couple of old friends...yesterday.

my bike...

and a trail.

Mahalo.




God it felt good to ride again...