The best way for me to write something is to have someone
expect it from me, or have other things to write. Yes, I am our generation’s
writer, the one sitting in front of a computer with the simple task of writing,
with the infinite world of the interweb at my fingertips.
The possibilities are
endless, and so are the distractions.
The challenge of my
generation is to simply focus and get started.
My muse is the west, my people, Durango and beyond. Durango
is a new home for me, I’ve lived here just over a year, and recently I decided
that instead of traveling around this summer or moving back up higher in the
mountains to Crested Butte, like I did last summer, I’m going to stay put here.
It will be interesting to see what fruits come up as a result of planting my
roots here in this desert/mountain town.
Summer is very much in the air here. Summer brings out
something in the soul. We shed out of our layers, and are more naked to living
than any other season. With nakedness comes urges, beauty, risk, reward, is not
every summer lived in peace one of love?
Is Durango looking to me, as much as I am looking to her?
She is my new home, and around every corner is an opportunity for discovery. If
I look for it every day I can find a new climb, new singletrack, new people to
meet; my only limitation is myself.
I have moved to this town with the intention of blossoming
into the artist and man I truly want to be. I have connected with other souls
that share the same interests and desires. I am committed to following my
heart, and not money, though every dirtbag needs some money.
In this life I’ve chosen, the one of writer and climber,
there are moments of frustration, moments of clarity, moments of doubt, moments
of pure concentration and focus; what will today bring?
With summer in the air, my mind starting to focus on the
simplicity of writing, today will bring what it does, newness, freshness, an
opportunity to live in the moment. With all the distractions possible in this
modern world, that challenge seems as inviting as ever.
Namaste.
Amen.
Love.
peace,
Luke
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