What a day.  All morning I listened to “It Happened at the World’s Fair” (the whole album) by Elvis Presley.  

Home in Johnston County makes me think about “The Seeds of Love” album by Tears for Fears.  Last year, I started listening to this album here at home.  The first track “Woman In Chains” is so beautiful.  The deluxe edition has “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams.”  Play this album at my funeral.  It’s 3 o’clock in the morning here in Johnston County, and I’m drinking my hot coffee.  I’m very relaxed, and filled with radical gratitude for the beauty of life.  I hope everyone on Earth is feeling like life is a dream, like a Marc Chagall painting.  

The summer wind came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there to touch your hair
And walk with me

All summer long we sang a song
And then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweathearts
And the summer wind

Home in Princeton, North Carolina…  Listening to “Summer Wind” by Frank Sinatra.  How I know about the fickle friend, the “Summer Wind”…  But I’m taking time to read Thomas Wolfe ,and hear God’s “gentle whisper” in the Southern sunrises (1 Kings 19:12).  Dear friends in Reno, Nevada, I miss y’all very much.

Anyone else keeping an eye on the North Carolina backdrop?  The clouds, and light are giving vibes of infinite, do you agree?

Things are getting EXTRA lost if you can tell…

A West Virginia scene.  There’s a type of person who puts their old truck in the front yard for everyone to see as they drive by.  God bless those people.  I love the rusty old trucks very much.  

I know what I saw, and I know what I heard.  I know what happened to me out there on the Great Plains, when the thunderstorm built up in the sky, and the wind blew life into my eyes.  I know what I saw in the American West.  God, The Son, and The Spirit, I played my guitar and sang my songs for all.  I believe in Jesus in Kansas, and I know you still ride with me wherever I go.

Vast Northern Arizona.  It took me six days to drive from Nevada to North Carolina.  There were many beautiful sights and spiritual adventures along the way.

I drove 1,000 miles to Montana to see the Crazy Mountains.  And they were crazy!  Maybe I was too!