WALKING ON THIN ICE

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. - Lau Tzu (600-300 BC)

moving on again. for the 19th time in 9 months. reminds me of the first 5 years of my life when my parents were too poor to stay any one place so moved and moved and moved. more than once we slept in the car - this is 1946 through 51.

today will be cleaning, packing, tossing, looking out the back balcony across the valley to the pyrenees mountains to say goodbye to the view, perhaps one more walk through this delightful hilltop village. this place is beautiful, peaceful, friendly. everywhere i’ve gone, i’ve heard how rude the french are. gotta tell you, at least here in south france, they’re the nicest folk i’ve met anywhere, period. even the children say bon jour.

in mySpace, you ask other folk to be your friend. i asked the Earth and Lao Tzu and Willie Nelson and Meat Beat Manifesto and Nikolas Telsa so far and they said yes - so i actually have friends now. i also asked God and Yoko Ono to be my friend, but they haven’t answered. Yoko accepted Lady K’s friendship offer though. i’m thinking i’ll have to wait until Lady’s asleep and go in and play with her friends.

one of her friends is a california musician name of Ralph Carney, who’s played with Tom Waits among others. we’re listening to his music right now - album called I Like You (A Lot). the man is very varied, wonderfully weird, officially odd. listening to him makes me want to get a few of the Smith/Peter Ball music jams up on my mySpace base place.

interesting phenomenon - when my mom Mother Dwarf was alive, most folks preferred her art over mine… now i’ve a new woman in my life (my wife), most folks prefer her blogs to mine. there’s a message here maybe? of course, i’m the outsider outlaw barcode breaker go my own wayer, so i suppose it’s unrealistic to expect acceptance. on the other hand, once i’m dead and they get the cult of The United Mutants of Smith going, everyone will be my friend - it’s my being alive that’s keeping my popularity down. think i’ll fake my own death so i can have some friends.

seriously though - i am hard to be around. i think too highly of myself, and my life is far too weird to meld with other’s flux.

“cobwebs in the closet, closure in the hole” - that popped into my head this morning… not sure what it means, but will write a poem around it. closure in the hole could be after i’m dead n gone.

next 5 days will add 2 countries to our is - spain and morocco will join the u.s. england netherlands poland croatia slovenia italy france dance. we drove through slovenia - didn’t stop, eat or sleep, so in a way it doesn’t count… except, our first time entering slovenia is the last stamp in our passports, even though we passed into italy, slovenia, croatia, slovenia, italy, slovenia, croatia, slovenia, italy and france since then. you can only stay in western europe 90 days legally - but since we’re still officially in slovenia as of last december, none of our past 8 weeks in south france counts. legally, we haven’t been in western europe since our week in amsterdam last september.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. - Lao Tzu (600-300 BC)