Mojo Warriors

Sat on the back porch tonight with my Pop. Maybe 5:30 or so. Sun sets directly in our back yard this time of year. Beautiful scene. Creek is flowin’. Green grass is poppin’. Flowers bloomin’. Commented on the many birds feeding on this squirrel-free rigged feeder, naming what we saw, listening to the hundreds of calls in the trees. We actually saw one on the feeder we didn’t recognize (it was a Warbler, we haven’t figured out which type). Pops has been a bird watcher since before I was born, and as many of you know, I dig birds too. My bro and I know a good bit about the animal world b/c of our upbringing and respecting nature. Thanks to my Dad for this. For tons of reasons, but for one, it makes 30 minutes in the backyard with him that much more enjoyable and interesting. Every time.

Sitting there breathing it all in, including the pollen too unfortunately, I thought about home. I’ve been here for almost 4 months now – December 1 is when Christian told me I have cancer. I’ve had wicked good support from family and friends here. Jo Ann and Dad have been amazing. Mom flew cross country in the freezing temps to see me for a fun week and I’m gonna head her way soon. Friends and neighbors I’ve known 25+ years stopping by with food, a hug, a joke, whatever. We’ve weathered the very cold winter (as these parts go), and this health mess so far, and it feels energizing and comforting to be sitting at home with my Dad as the sounds and sights of Spring are kickin’ in. There is no other feeling like it.

And then there’s my other home. I got back from Wilmington/WB yesterday. Saw a lot of friends in a short amount of time, ate some fine food, saw my buddy Frank (and his Home Team crew! see pic below) who is kickin’ arse after his stem cell marrow treatment, got to spend a bit of time outside on the beach. Again, got mucho love and support from my gang all weekend long. It was beautiful out when I hopped on I-40 to head west. I was bummed to go. But left feeling lucky to have such great crew of people keeping my mojo in check and helping in so many ways. Left also knowing that the coastal sounds and sights of Spring are starting to call and I’ll be headed east again soon.

I discovered the band below about a week ago, and this is a current fav of mine. Song is about going home for bit. Not for health reasons really…just needing to go home to see peeps and get that hometown vibe when things are mixed up. Happy I have two choices.

Session #4 tomorrow at 2pm. Send some Mojo my way. Massive thanks to all my Warriors!

Fuck yeah Frank! Here’s Franks Home Team..his support crew, country cooking and acoustic jams. Part of the sights and sounds of Spring. That’s Frank sitting on his rear in the grass on the left.

Here’s the original video. A bit of a visual overload, but a louder, harder version..