Living the book first

Living it, then writing it.

I’ve restructured my life quite a bit since I left Argentina end of March. It seems like I can’t quit the nomad lifestyle…! There is a great wisdom in being in a state of nomad-hood: we are constantly remembered on how little we actually need to be content. All I ever needed in my life was in my Jeep: and now my truck. I am building an awesome camper at the back, stay tuned for pictures!

All I want is to be free. And living on the road is about as free as one can get. The ability to park by the beach and write music is quite extraordinary.

Sometimes I feel I just skipped the whole buy-a-house-get-kids-raise-kids-get-burned-up-sell-house-buy-camper-travel-the-world phase of life.

I will be touring the USA whenever the border restrictions allow. I always wanted to see Colorado, Texas, Tennesse and pretty much all of the East coast. If you want to meet up, drop me a line!

In Gaspesie, Quebec.

2020 has been a lot rougher than expected. I did not expect to see such a strong push for a new world order. But I decided to keep on striving anyway, and thriving at the Game of Life (albeit a solid 2 months of limbo).

It is easy to get discouraged, but only when we forget that we are energy wave surfing on the eddies on the galaxies. Once in a while, we need to heal our heart and let the spirit flow. May this year 2020 be this year for every one of my readers.

It occurred to me that I did not really finish my trip around the world in a Jeep: I’m just getting started. The best writing that I have ever done was because of two females: a lady that I met in South Africa which was picking up trash on a beach, and then my ex-girlfriend, who was the queen of the universe. I wrote 50 pages in a night because I was so broken by our story…

We are relationships. And you don’t get to meet a whole bunch of people when you are in a house working nine to five trying to paint a pretty masquerade of joy over the wall of your discontentment.

I hope to meet people along the road that will teach me things. Such a picking up brokenness on the shore of hope, like the lady in South Africa did. Maybe I’ll fall again in love and get my heart broken again into thousand of pieces so I can love better, live better. Oh I don’t know about that.

I’ll hit the road and hope to meet creators of the most beautiful world. Those who carried the world upon their shoulder not because they had to, but because it is the right thing to do.

Heroes often lurk in the shadow: this society is insane, and thus the sane are pushed at the fringe of the margin of the veil portrayed in the media.

You don’t write a book by writing it. You write a book by living it. And living, that’s what I do, a mile at a time.

JP