good friends

i have a wave of friends coming in the next few weeks, and had some new ones hang last night which was groovy. i dig them around right now, and so far we have had a blast exploring the local hikes and bars:) the sun was out today and it was a great day for swimming in the pond and and trip up the maze hike... cows were loving the sun as well.

book plans

this is a journal entry from last night... the ending entry for a book idea, capturing my life with "woman", the intrigue, the excitement and heartbreak of it all. this is rough but i would like your thoughts on what we can call a cathartic compilation.... some of you know the stories i have to tell:) a book blog is to come.

8:30 saturday night, 6/6/2010...sitting in the boone saloon, in "my seat", the one i sat in on many occasion the first time i lived here, alone in the days of sue. beer, music, my journal and things to look at...getting back to me. there is a solace in this isolation, comfort in my thoughts, my dreams. i feel safe.

i have met some special people this time around in boone and i love being around friends, families...but right now they only remind me out what has eluded me so many times, what deceives me today... love.

what the fuck, payne... so many dreams, intentions and connections and the inability to move forward with love? here i sit here in exile, i'm good at this, trying to figure out where to put my heart, my intentions this time. so i write, write the last chapter of what is to become a book... "my life with woman"

as i write these words, ironically, wrecklessly, i hope and wait... wait for that someone to sit down beside me and smile, that forever smile. hope springs eternal...

rocks your world

hebron rock colony, a sweet little oasis, one of many to find in these parts, im sure. this hike is just down the street from my little apartment and has been a savior, my morning meditation.

one four twenty

i bought a farm house...the one i broke my toe in:) after much deliberation, being pulled so many different directions and with so many options...i did it. 1420 winklers creek road, this was the first house that caught my attention when i arrived to boone. a 900 sqft quaint farm house 2 miles outside of town, with a lot of potential to be a sweet spot. i will close at the the end of the month, and then the renovations begin:) stay tuned.

toes

feet fun topic? not sure, some like them and some dont. this is not so much about that but about breaking toes.. and how on my first visit to boone i broke a toe hiking. then the other day i broke my pinky toe ripping flooring up at a house i was looking at.
searching for meaning on that one? i did for a minute..."what does that mean" is this a sign?" well here is what i came up with... breaking a toe fucking hurts:)



first broke toe... and this is the post.

i have a request for everyone.. a task at hand, a journey into thought... so the last blog, the hiking failure, the toe incident. well per a blog comment, the ordeal may have been a metaphor or a window (that is my paraphrase) into another journey i will have or am having concurrently.. im interested in this idea and would like some input?? the toe of the broken nature is the soul brother to the bird finger?? does that help? what possibly could the toe represent, or the hike.. and the breaking of or the the failure to conclude?? thanks:)

temp pad in the hills

groovy little space...here until i get a permanent spot. learning that concrete floors are hard on my wheels.

a day on lance crossing

i saw my first live bee swarm, the sound was awesome. life on the family farm continued as the queen bee relocated, then got protected by the defector swarm... way cool to watch, took about 15 minutes.

isolato

i connected with this old guy today... rusty, full of color, proud, uninhabited and abandoned amidst so much beauty.