Life in exile

For the past 3 weeks, I’ve been living in exile, displaced from my home by my own doing.  I’ve temporarily rented out all the places I could possibly lay my head.  Thus I’ve been filling my days between shows with a little traveling and relaxing, trying to calm my untethered soul.  After island hopping through Hawaii with Sugarland, I returned to the majestic Royal Hawaiian in world famous Waikiki Beach, where I settled into a lounge chair on the beach, watched the sun saunter across the sky a couple of times and began what is likely to become a healthy obsession with surfing.  The following week, after driving through central Colorado and indulging in a Japanese come Southwestern spa in Santa Fe with Rose and her “dog is my co-pilot” Zoe, I spent a couple days on my own wondering through the streets of Santa Fe.  And now I’m resting comfortably in a former bordello turned bed and breakfast not far from the Grand Canyon, at the beginning of what I hope will be a fulfilling week of hiking in some national parks.  I drove over to watch the sunset over the canyon tonight, and I have to admit it is an undeniably big hole in the ground.  Tomorrow I plan on hiking some of the Grand Canyon before driving north towards Zion and Bryce.