Post 1. Back to basically nothing

Dear Dearies,

I sit in the fabulous café, where people come.

There are the entrepreneurs who sit together, with their laptops and writing tablets, in two's and three's, discussing plans and idea's, off the clock, unpaid creative time. They often drink plain coffee and tea. They pass the computer back and forth.

There are the young women sitting at the table, they drink the bottomless mimosas special. They lounge on the comfy seats, talking and chatting. They don't move much, they don't drink too fast. They are cute.

There are the solo artists, one guy who's trying to code but can't get off facebook. The young Japanese girl who goes to college, she drinks a small saucer of latte. Her head phones are in, she acts like I do, with the eyes set forward on the screen.

There are the breakfast only folks, who sit at the bar with iced coffee's. They are serious business, lovers maybe, or close friends. He grabs her left overs in the carry away box. She pats his bum and they walk out.

                       I'am in the Saint Luis Obispo. It is a quaint, valley city. The girls dress in the most incredible ways. Lots of cut halters with the lacy bra's showing. Short short jeans. College styled fashionista's. The men are tall and strong, some with a very country style background. Boys who stand 6-6 1/2 feet tall, big arms. Others are shorter, with beards and glasses. There are fewer piercings

on the men; women have septum rings. The mountains surrounding the city are cringing with erupted beauty. Blotches of orange poppy continents can be seen from far away. If I ever have a child, with the acne sensitivity, I will say to them "Look up ther, in the mountains. Their faces are blotchy with poppy, sunflowers, and goldenrod. Orange, red, purple, like your face is, but we do not call these things ugly. The flowers come with the spring, fecund and fertile notions. We call them beautiful, just like you my child.

How do I like this now, being on my own traveling.. The loneliness is not so severe, making friends is simple. What is hard is the usual. Sex, money, these are the worrisome dreams I have when I'm sleeping in my car. The world is beautiful and as long as I take care of myself, exercise, love, good food, then I can get through it. Looking for work, hoping to find a farm where I can buckle down and become myself. All the people of my generation seem to be doing it. I miss making women purr. I miss easy nights on a mattress. I miss my close friends.

Peace on earth. may the names of all the gods be heard because they are ringing in the bells of vibration all around us.