Topic, the process of life, the roads we walk down, inspired by The Beatles (Paul McCartney) The Long and Winding Road. (I took a weed gummy and I’m lying in the basement bed with my 1 year old asleep on my chest) Free write, 641am the travels we have to get to the point we are here, the winding boulevards and the slick streets and the tired evenings and the scary people. We’ve survived many places to be here. To lead long lives in safe pastures. People die every day and you live in the good part of a country. You live with luck and love at every doorstep you run too. A smile can cheer up anyone, can make someone’s day. That’s the energy you give to the people you see. That’s the power of the road you’ve been down. We aren’t habits. We aren’t patterns. We aren’t statistics. We are the best our heart has. The moment. And I’ve been real tired for a long time. When we get complacently tired we live in a veil. We live blocked in. We can’t see colour or hear laughter. We work so hard in this part and it feels like we just go backward. Your tired. Sometimes sleep doesn’t come because the anxiousness. Sometimes it doesn’t come because something else around you takes it away. I hope I can know to calm my heart to face it. Many times I’ve tried. You couldn’t sleep still. And I’d see you crying at a kitchen table head like hammers salt in your mouth all dressed up and ready to go. Like a good girl getting the bus to school but you just want to be home and rest your head a while. The loves you wanted to the love out of your life. You used to love to work and play. Now you run from your job and it’s all bad and the first person you see you tell at and I’m often the first person. You left me standing in place. Lead to your door. Lead me to where you are. The west winds are blowing and the dust is changing. The barn doors swing open and the El Niño is showing. Your heart was showing and I fell back into you. I fell away from a place I hurt you, and into a love that we were. Gets me back to the place you’ve been. Back to the sins you’d run straight in to that place every day. And now it all

Challenge: write a song and a story every day. How: Start with free writing for 15 mins. In the first minute before you start, pick a theme and write on that. Whatever is in your head, let it out. Write a song after 15 mins is up. Don’t Stop Until your done. Theme: Old Lost friends Free Write (8:38pm) Hey brother, the time was right and I felt it those nights, on the backs of what we knew and the places we would find. Around all the turns and the parts my brother car took too, the endless 3am nights that hung over us and into the next work day. And we cleaned golf clubs and greeted members the next day laughing talking about the next night coming. You were central to my childhood and you were braver with girls and funnier with words and border line insane at times. You were a cannon ball, most of all, you were a sparkler in the summer you were a boy too grown up to be a man, your father didn’t give you anything and yet you had it all figured out. You were hurting and I was too, but not as much as you. Back in those summers, Marco was that centre of it all. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He was just himself, all the time. I still remember the night we finally Met his polish girlfriend and their friends. It was the first moment I felt grown up. I felt like I belonged and I was the cool kid. I was trying to be an athlete and I was quite a golfer, I played music and no one knew. I was mysterious and I was always intense. But those nights with some mikes hard and a sticky kitchen floor I dance with that polish queen and we laughed and we reminded ourselves of what we set out to be. We ran through the parts of boyhood together. I drank until I had my fill and I learned what it was to be young. I drove my car the next morning out of there, put on those khaki shorts and clementine shirt with “Chris” On it, and rode to work for 6am. Bring the carts up for the day yes sir yes maam a wry smile in my eyes with bags under them to boot. We think we need to put it all together in life and make a change and commit to discipline and the self lonely pursuit of being better. But the root of all development comes from you and a mate just riding around in golf carts, access to the place, sneaking into the curling rink and shooting hockey pucks, chipping the ice and drinking warm beer. Sweating profusely in the heat. That’s how I learned to talk to a girl. It was Marco.

80’s

It starts When nobody was looking It starts Alone in the dark It ends When friends Fall in love again It starts At the part Your never expecting Ya ya ya It starts