Another year of roving & rambling. Another year of running to sometimes stand still. Another year of growing but not necessarily getting smarter. Another year of searching … Leaving the bed way too early just to find those misty mornings by the side of the road … Searching for one more rainbow in that cold […]

Runnin‘ from my family / Driftin‘ from my home / Thinking not of who I am / Thinking only of where I’m going / Oh got no place in this old world / Shackle bound, but still I roam / Said got no place in this old world / Shackle bound, but still I roam […]

In times like these / We need to find a way / To make a better day / Keep my feet on the ground turning ‚round / Come what may (Mavis Staples)