I have been bopping back and forth between Oregon and Washington State with my guitar and a couple of songs for nearly a month now. This week I make my way down the Oregon Coast Highway to San Francisco. They are calling for ice & snow in parts of Oregon on Tuesday night & WEdnesday wo I am going to leave earlier than planned and take the scenic coastal route instead of I-5. If you know anyone who lives along the coast of Oregon or Northern California (North Bend, Brookings, Crescent City, Eureka, Arcata, etc) let me know as I am looking for a mid-way point to stay overnight, splitting up the 15-hr drive. I have already put the word out on couchsurfing.com (which, by the way, is an AMAZING phenomenon sweeping the world and defying the boundaries of our private, property-fixated, community-starved nation).

I never did manage to get any gigs in the heart of the Golden Gate City -- a realm reserved for the well-established and local musicians only apparently -- but I have four shows in outlying areas including Soquel, Mountain View, Pittsburg and Campbell. I do plan to busk myself silly inside the city limits.

I feel pretty wonderful about this choice I've made to give myself over fully to a musical life. I honestly cannot fathom what other path I would or could have taken at the painfully blunt crossroads I banged up against a few months back. With a lifestyle that consistently allows my true nature to bubble up to the surface of my being, I find that I am opening more fully to an authentic voice still slightly buried and muddied by a habitual need to perform or curry favor or approach from an awkward angle -- contorting or capping my self-expression to fit an overly structured, overly defined and abstract consensual reality. A more natural, less apologetic voice as a singer, a writer, and a spiritual guide is emerging. My guitar skills are improving drastically. A plethora of songs are forming. This is my fortune. My artistic animus is currently very wealthy.

I hope everyone is still reading this. I have a lot to share I suppose. My spirit is slowly thawing out from an absurdly long wintry phase of my life journey. Hope the Spring in my words is refreshing to your spirit. We awaken together.

All my pitiably manic and hopeless romantic love,

Jenne