someday is here

Almost a year and a half ago now I was flying back from Kenya, where this all started. On the flight between Britain and New York I wrote this in my journal...

"In seat 44D somewhere between London and New York I find myself postulating the significance or insignificance really of my state of mind at this moment in time and find it to be quite untidy. Tomorrow I will be home, where I am headed and things will be different. Looking out the porthole of a window at 37,000 feet, where we’re past the clouds I have convinced myself that what I am seeing is the big blue Atlantic down there. Boiling, churning into whitecaps that bounce up and down mocking the turbulence of this ride. Making a performance out of the veracity of itself and all the life it contains. The views telling me I’m going somewhere, but at the moment I have no sense of time or positioning. Just of going. Just of being in one place one instant and another the next. Just fragments of time and place. KT Tunstall plays on British Airways radio channel 10. She, in one way or another tells me that in this place of broken sense I can find common ground in noise, and that’s comforting. That the part of me that loves listening to KT Tunstall in one instant, in one place loves listening to KT Tunstall in the next instant, the next place. I like common ground because it gives you a place to start, but also because it is only the beginning of a relationship you have with what or whom you have the common ground with. Common ground implies going and changing and growing and it also implies that this common ground will in one way or another involve whomever you started with. It tells me and you that a relationship is forming and that it’s different in one instant than it is the next. I like that about common ground. That it starts out of comfortability and is constantly moving towards a place that is not necessarily comfortable. Because comfortable is about staying in one place, in all realms of consciousness, and common ground is about going. Somewhere unknown..."

I still like listening to KT Tunstall, but thats not why I shared this passage with you. This is; tomorrow a very very good friend, Nick Dunn, and I will be flying back over that big blue abyss and landing in Manchester, England. For the next 59 days we'll be backpacking through England, France, Spain, Morocco, Italy, Greece, Germany, and wherever else we find the door open and the time right. We're excited. Nick and I have been working on our common ground for about 23 years now, we just figured it was time to shake things up a little bit, eh. Earlier this year we were working on a creedo to give the trip some height and some depth, to give us some direction. Here's an excerpt... "To gaze upon the mysts of a thousand rivers before the sun crests the horizon and the moon abandons the night. To grasp the feel of a dirty face, a hungry belly, and a satiated soul. " It goes on like this, but I'll spare you. What I will share is our conclusion: equal measures of sincerity, fire, love, and mischief will ideally be what everyone comes across when they come across Nick and I. And we're excited about that.

Drop by the blog every once in a while and hopefully you'll find a new post from us. A post about working on a farm on the coast of Spain, or shopping in the open air markets of Tangiers, or spending a few days with monks in Italy, or meeting an old friend and exploring the castles of Germany. We'll see you when we get back, but for now, enjoy.