My feet. I have been looking, studying, my feet a lot lately. I do not know why. They for some reason as of late are calling me. I sit on my bed reading, sipping white wine, and then I stop and look down at my feet. I have never been one to notice feet, even care about feet...at all. Yet for the past week I cannot get enough of feet. My feet that is. I have long toes. I mean loooooong toes. Toes that for sure came from monkeys with only skipping but one generation. If swinging from trees in the near future or at anytime whilst I am alive comes to be the fashionable mode of transportation, I am set. My feet are slender, are narrow; "very narrow" as a friend of mine use to say often, and I have very little of an arch. My SOULs ahem, SOLEs are close to the ground one could say. Although not to my face I am sure. I am grounded maybe? Maybe not. Well grounded in the literal sense yet so far from grounded in the figurative sense.
What is my draw to my feet this last week? Crickets are a part of it. The stars are a factor indeed. These items have now just recently come, fully, into my life and my surroundings. While in New York, ahem New Jersey specifically Weehawken for that was my last place where I rested my delicate head before my departure to the eastern shore of Virginia where I now find myself, these items were in existance, yes but not predominant. A clearing of my head and soul, ooops sorry about that one, has taken place. I see clearly, or clearer now. A cloud has lifted or rather shifted and I am seeing things I have not seen before or at least for a long time.
My feet. My soles of my feet. A window to see more I am thinking. A window I am opening with excitement and great fear. Peering out of it to the what lay beyond it. Reeling with jitters for what awaits me on the other side. One feet through, then back out. Two feet through, then falling back in. Reaching, desiring, hoping to find the me on the other side, outside, around the corner and out there.
Or just that I have nice feet. Finding something nice or pleasant about one's self can be and I am finding completely gratifying and for now, just for now, enough.
As the cold grey non moving brackish water stands before me, the brightly spray painted lawn chairs in front of me and the boats drift lanquidly attached to the dock begging to be let go, I am content and hopeful. Feet. My feet.

This is my first show, stand up spot, here on the shore. I was in town for a week and met some people that run this fun and packed show in lovely Cape Charles, Virginia. 30 miles from where I now reside and about 7 miles from the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel (the bridge to civilization so I am told). I brought my New York City sense of humor and they ate it up...or at least that is how I remember it. I had a good time and it felt amazing. Reminded me why it rocks to perform. The energy was outstanding...imagine this? they wanted to be entertained. Brilliant. Onward and upward. My career on the shore is blossoming already. This place needs some good laughs and I am here to give 'em.

It is day 15. I now live in a place where there is one movie theatre. it is open only on Friday and Saturday nights. One movie at a time. One stop light. One post office. One small store. I live outside of this town. I am in heaven. I had a breakdown last week...it felt great. I am rising up. Breaking me apart so to put me back together again. The journey begins and I am pleased. Stay tuned, you, me.