Notes: This week I've got a raw little track. My voice is shot from coughing, as I've had a chest cold for most of the last week. But part of what I love about this project is the way it forces me to put something forward even when I don't feel like I'm up for it. There is a sound of vulnerability here, which is fitting since my experience has been that of traveling blind around life's twists and turns recently. I'm grateful to be living though an interesting part of my life.
Driving home through the fog
What kind of fog am I in?
Can't see my way home
But I know where to go
The same as I'm sure where I've been
I'm feeling right where I am
I'd describe the feeling if I could
The past in the past
The road up ahead
The hope that I'll turn where I should
I've been in motion
I've been arriving
I try to be open to how things can be
How things can be