with a bump bump bump

I amso HECK OF excited right now. That last post just really brought it home. I've been .. just thinkin.. bout what really matters to me... and not just some pondering type shit.. but some really
choosing type stuff.

I am searching for Abbey Lincoln. I am trying to get in contact with this famous infamous citizen of life. And found out she was in the hospital this past March. She lives in NYC I found out today. I am searching upon the knowledge and the connections, the web of jazz musicians and they have a web like no other, these old men and younger men and singers and ladies and players and years upon years and who played that instrument with who on this cuton that year, it is a steadily reaching back upon blueness unto and into the years- my friend George, my Baba in Memphis, jazz professors here at Wes. I am searching reaching out my feelign hand for this woman in the dark which is the light and the hand its own beacon.. it can see and find itself in the most voracious dark.. i am reaching forth..

this summer.. i have been planning you know.. but when it happens it will be the wind and you can never truly plan your day, you can shape it, envision it, but when the wind comes it is the shape of vision and more than you could have conceived... life is the not knowing within the knowing.. knowing of the knowing not.. and going.. coming.. we are coming
here...and to where you are

and with this man.. with this last message i can feel the solemn particles of our existence speckling themselves with the fragrance and specificity of stars, coming in on down together..

i can feel that solar wind..

and yes who could have said that we would all be sparked off in different directions.. bound towards the uncommon yet common goal.. the being.. the meing.. weing past certainty..

i can come back here.. i can come back here and kind of know a sacred pact that oversedes and supersedes and undersees.. under sees ya know

have you all heard of the Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers?
well i would like to go meet them, they are meeting this june in south dakota
that is an idea i am throwing upon the solar wind to see where it goes..

i have been having a torturous time with this planetary geology class but it is affording me
heck of joyous new metaphors