Well, after a long week of stress, hard work and worry, Gypsy Heart has finally freed herself from a life the conventions of society. Today is day two and I am finally starting to breathe again. February 1st wasn't the day we all expected, Rebecca had double booked herself a house full of people, giving us no where to escape to and adjust to life in the RV.
As the fates would have it, it was the perfect time for Lisa and Dave to step back into my life. A lil' history for those of you who don't know our history... It dawned on me yesterday, after finding out their son , Garrison, was now 13. The reality of it is that I have know Lisa, Dave and G, since the little man was 9 months old. Amazing how time flies even when you look into the eyes of a child. We all met while I was the GM of Shrimp Louies, a restaurant in a marina where they lived aboard their boat "Little Clipper". From that day on, never had I had a better friends.
We traveled to Key West to live together, then, to St Augustine. Many laughs were had last night as we reminisced about the "shenanigans" Lisa and I pulled every time Dave turned his back...the first was the clandestine trip to Key West. No sooner did Dave leave on a business trip and Lisa and I were in my car conspiring on a way to move to Key West...and that we did. 3 years in Key West, then Dave's need to move for work purposes, with the question posed..."Wanna move with us to St Augustine?"...and that we did. The 8 years in St Augustine had life getting in the way of us being as close as the "old days". But as fate would have it here we sit together on the start of our new journey and chapter in life. Close friends never die, they just float in and out of you life like angels. No matter how much time passes, questions never asked, the past looked without indifference.
So last night, I had Dave break out his pride and joy Banjo...picking and grinning...he got Kevin hooked. Broken thumb and all, trying to pick up the basics from Dave, he did so well! I'm feeling a banjo in Gypsy Hearts future. Then the duet became a trio as I picked up the washtub bass. I had so much fun keeping rythym with the guys...and they said I did an awesome job! I could see myself playing one of those stand up basses...but I digress... Our sound was this funky bluegrass jazz hybrid. I think the jazz was my fault...LOL...laughing, smoking and making music into the night was the best first night for the emancipation of my Gypsy Heart.
I believe its all a good omen...that fate will always intervene when we need direction and great friends will always be there to pick us up when we fall.
There are no good-byes in Gypsy Hearts vocabulary...only words like, "see you later"... for my Gypsy Heart is learning that there will always be someone there to say...
"Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm. Lastly, let me know what I can mend. There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see. Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me." ~10,000 Maniacs
...and that I will be there to do the same....
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