No real time to put anything together for the next day or so, busy putting together a film segment for a pre-season opener 2k10 shred sessions and completing these ridiculous Questguides Ive been obsessing over all week.  Theres always something going on here these days and there’s been some twitching over here at my flickr feed. Sorting through Winter gear, researching Maker culture, running rampant little notes in my black book about distilling, beekeeping and growing up. Disappointed in kiting, but not enough to dampen spirits for whats next, where I make my annual move to the mountains, and only come down long enough to stack a buck or two. I want to smoke all the time, but I don’t. I want to drink all the time, so I do. Most of the people I’m surrounded by are getting their woodpiles ready for the long season staring us down but some of them are just like me, with living rooms stuffed with boards to be sorted, gear to be unpacked and shined for a new season. I am content right now, the lessons Ive learned this year are momentous: sit down, shut up and hold on. I believe this Dark Time is over; its worst is done, I believed I survived it, persevered with nary a scratch….but it was calculated and strategic, every moment. Some aren’t as lucky, but they will come back better for it. I’m not cocky enough to declare total victory and not impale this thing in its very heart as it lays before us, gasping slowly…..but I have taken a moment to relax and breathe for the first time this year. I think we’ve done it, survived the worst recession known to man. It feels really damned good to have a moment like this; I lift my glass to all of you: s’lainte, the worst is behind us.

It feels nice, to take stock and just spend a moment savoring the quality of being intact.

try it out.