.... ain't no place i'd rather be

“Do you believe in love and
that we were meant to be?
Two words can free us,
so repeat them after me
‘I do’ from a boy in love
to a girl called Tennessee”

Bonnaroo was .... more than good. It was a nice kick, and a soft rub.But gone by too soon. I think I may have achieved short bursts of egotistical enlightenment between cheese-filled Venezuelan arepas and sun-soaked puddle naps. Or maybe I was writing someone else’s words down altogether… most likely I was just dreaming out loud.

eternity, you mean the world to me
close your eyes while I unbutton my flow
hold onto my words love, don’t say no
swallow me with these tears you cry
im falling so high, but it feels so right
im in love with my life
though she keeps letting me down

Laugh, I am. And Matisyahu blew me away: divinely. People, self included, are so easily impressionable, and that’s both terrifying and gratifying. Reminder that on a regular basis I eat, sleep, and talk too much – waste less, share more.



After allowing reality to pull me away from the tranquility of doing nothing at all but looking and listening, I followed the sunset away from Manchester and towards Nashville to pick up the beautiful AJ, who was kind enough to help keep me awake (she's got game too). With the moon came a much welcomed heavy, warm rain, providing the opportunity for me to pull off on the
hub of Hwy. 24, hit the hazards, then disappear over a brambled ridge to shower and brush in the sudden deluge amongst tall, blossoming bull thistles, the armored knights of the vegetable kingdom. I remember as a kid I used to chew on their purple flower heads, then spit purple plant juice. I only got one honk when I returned to the car in wet boxers, ducking down to change behind the passenger side door while head-strong mac trucks sped by. It felt good, refreshing, and now I’d be slightly less ‘natural’ for the ride home. Home, ha.

On Monday, after a quick nap between 4-6 AM (the most sleep I had gotten since last Thursday) RC and I made a second pilgrimage to Sunflower County. We are officially hired teachers, I think, ushered into the brotherhood by a panel of five mad hatters, and one step closer to securing an abode for the school year. Leaning towards Leland, down to two houses that were both decent – one smaller, older and cheaper than the larger, nicer and more expensive alternative. Both by the creek that dissects the town in two. Looking forward to long late night walks along the shore, past rows of wraithlike Cypress trees rising out of the water. Apparently the creek is a center of celebration on many holidays, when floats are sent downstream or displays erected halfway out and people come from all over the south to enjoy. We also hit up the library for a book sale – at ten cents a pop, $20 got me more than a few boxes that should sufficiently fill my classroom bookshelves come fall. Hopefully after this coming weekend we’ll have a house to call home.

Going to start posting all of my pictures on http://www.ddadams.smugmug.com/ that will correlate somewhat with what’s being written on here. Swing on by.