From Santa Fe times.

Mike Boyko on djembe.

Me trying to feel the feels.

I think he was coming down with a pretty bad cold. It was cold outside. I was searching for something in me that I was fairly certain had been lost. It hadn’t. It was hibernating. The spirals testify. Now we are in warmer more humid climes. I still go to that hibernating place each day. Coaxing it out. That beast that I know so well. Her moves are much less aggressive. Her style is so much more subtle. She still eats space and time like a ravenous freak. Even if you can’t see it. She can feel it.