Connecting..

As great as the Gathering gig was I was off the next morning with no time to revel. Rode my ride up the coast with my friend, James for an evening concert in Lompoc, Ca.. It was perfect weather for ridin. 70 degrees and overcast.

Riverview Church of God invited me up to share some music. Robert Key, gave a twenty minute history lesson on stuff I used to do and what it meant to him. I might have treated that unfairly in response. I was in a tired and giddy mood sunday night. Played some of the old stuff to a mostly new audience.

Played till my voice went out from fatigue. Yea it happens. I won’t see my voice again till maybe thursday. It felt relaxed and comfortable in Lompoc. I made remarks about Lompoc being the perfect location for the witness protection program! and asked the crowd to pretend like they knew my old songs if they didn’t . “think of the Beatles if you have too”.. “try to act like yer hearing yer favorite song live” I said. I finally got a great response!

My wife got home from New York City the day I left for Lompoc. I was singing “green acres is the place to be”.. She loves NYC! me? I love the countryside! But neither of us has been home for the last five days! and I just wanted to run to her. But safety on a motorcycle has to come first so I stayed the night to insure an attentiveness that would get me home.

Oh my!, I forget how gorgeous she is!. found myself staring at her in the kitchen. I gotta pinch myself to make sure this is all real sometimes! wow that’s my wife! (whats wrong with her eyesight) I thought. (i feel like she’s gonna come to her senses any day now and realize that she could have done alot better)

After five days apart there is a wall to work through in the way of connection in a relationship. Talking on the phone was more of a “To do” list on my part and Cassie was all distracted about the big city and so many things new to see! monday night I finally looked at her as we sat on the back porch, our favorite hang. “Hi Cassie” I say… “hi bryan” she returns “do I know you” I smiled… “yes, I would be your wife” she laughs.

There’s a distraction to our focus on each other that has a way of turning into a monster sometimes. it took the better part of a day to even recognize each other in our “real” souls. We both got home and started “cleaning” routines, and unpacking.  There’s just more to do than we have time for. Let’s see should I unpack or sit on the porch with my wife first. I think I made the right decision.