We’re moving to New Jersey in August. Between now and then we are refinishing our basement, landscaping around the house, fixing old steps, painting, putting our house up for sale, I’m going to play shows in Germany, we’re hosting our friend, Mia, from Germany, maybe going on vacation and then bidding farewell to the plain states.
Next Friday I’m going to get my first tattoo and, since I’m already 45 and haven’t had a tattoo before, I’m making up for lost time and it’s going to be huge. Good job, Hopie. This is either a great idea or a terrible idea, but the good news is I’ve already got one foot in the grave so it won’t matter for too much longer (assuming the Lord calls me home around 70).
Since I’m getting one big tattoo on Friday, I’ve already got plans for my next big tattoo some time after that.
LIfe is crazy. Life is change. Change is good. It’s always happening even when we think it isn’t. I like the small shifts and movements as much as I like the massive plate tectonics of the heart and soul, the mind and body.
This is one of those big plate tectonic type shifts eastward to where New York City is a train ride away, where Asbury Park is calling out it’s greetings how it’s no coincidence that I’m going from Springsteen’s “Nebraska” to Springsteen’s New Jersey and it was all meant to be,
This is an exercise in abundance, this is an exercise in building one’s life on purpose, this is exercise in ushering in beauty and landscape, adventure and exploration, creativity and inspiration as though life were just getting started. Hell, I might go vegan. Hell, I might ride horses, I might get famous, I might just step into my greatness somewhere in New Jersey we’ll have to wait and see.
Did I see this movement coming? Could I have predicted this next step routing? Is this where I hear whispers of freedom on the wind? Will I miss this central empty? Will I believe in something better? Will I fall in love with living beside a river and jump in?
Probably. Maybe. Yes. Definitely yes.