Humanity

I feel human today.
My heart skips.
My feet falter.
My smile fades.

Twin

Here I am again
Floating Next
to myself
mushed in a sound
cloud
who could
expand or not
into the depth
of a midnight green sky
Wander
the daring young, used to be young man, on the flying trap....
sitting in MY insulated room
in 7th grade again
practicing a flute
today isn't that different from tomorrow
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Squealing, Chanting, Dancing

This morning I awoke naturally around 10:30am without an alarm clock as I have all week. I rode my bike on the west Trinity River trail from 12-2pm riding alongside a glorious river, two graveyards, five bridges, a boathouse and millions of wildflowers. My heart is happy.

After a late lunch a Pei Wei with Kung Pow Chicken I journeyed to my four hours of flute lessons. My passion is my work. Not many can say this. My last two students let me know they would be absent and I left early. Unexpectedly early. As I drove toward home I realized that my favorite band was performing at Central Market, my favorite grocery store. I decided to head over there. Hundreds of people were gathered, starring, loving their music. Clapping and jumping abounded. I grabbed some pita and hummus and a small salad from inside and headed to the patio to listen to the fiddle and bag pipes and electric guitar. It was amazing. I literally loved every note. At one point I was squealing, chanting and dancing along with their music. Thank you Kildares for your incredible Irish music.

I press these tiny keys tonight to share with you a brief moment of my happiness. Capitol Bar's band is playing tonight live outside my window and it feels as if my fingers are rhythmically dancing along with their beat.

This life. My life. So other worldly. So far from stories about the real world that I heard as a boy. Except. That. This. Is. My. Real. Word. I've lived in it my entire life. It's not like the rose colored glasses my mother's friend Penny always wore. It's not like the glass house I heard one should never throw stones or walk around naked in. It's so completely lovely to me. This place where my thoughts come to life.

I play a few notes on my flute. Just a few. Then silently drip into my mount in a few tiny sips of white wine as I await my next adventure.

Here I am world. Erich. Douglas. Tucker. Boy. I mean. Man now. Oh please let me keep my childlike virtue for thousands of hours more.

I pause to create now. My fingers trampoline back and forth from wine to keys. Tip. Tap. Clip. Clap. Dom 7th chords waft into my window. And the best part, I have nothing on my schedule for the next 48 hours. Nothing. I can yoga. Dance. Run. Workout. Put on my Green Lantern underroos and grab my egg beater and fight for my right to party all night.

(roar)

Erich

At the age of 34 I still adore jumping on a trampoline. I'm attracted to all things green. I feel timelessness. Life is beautiful and musical and filled with harmony. I am experience an almost effortless existence. I continue to do one activity every month that I have never done before. So far my list includes: sewing my own under ware, 6.3 mile military obstacle mud race, acupuncture, past life regression therapy, adjudicating all-region oboe, manicure, recording and releasing an album, building a website on my own www.erichtucker.com, certifications as a creativity coach and a personal fitness instructor, dumpster diving and making my own calendar. I plan to continue this practice as long as possible. My first one three years ago was to do a hot yoga class, and I loved it so much I continue to practice weekly.

I feel connected to my earth and sun today. I see stars and want to visit them. This year my word is light. I plan to study it and become as "light" as possible. My previous years words were: Balance, Alive, and Love. So incredibly successful that I must continue. While I've never taken heart to astrology in the past, it is ever growing in my mind. The words that I have read promise to deliver a fantastic year for me. I'm open to many new ideas and I can feel my professional productivity increase. I will create excellent music without competition. I will make sounds and teach sounds. This excites me.

I feel many significant changes in my relationships headed toward me. A transposition/transcription of friendship and love. There is great energy all around. I defined and un-define myself anew each day. I will grow in my practice to eat mostly plants and meditate daily. My thoughts are purposeful and powerful.

I share only a glimpse of these evolutions with my blog readers. My blog, a natural progression of the journal I have kept since the age of 12. Slightly softened, as I know these words are read by you.

Sleepers awake. Come and sing with me.
Our lights will shine.

The measured tree overflows.

The measured tree overflows.

The Fountain

My final day in Australia. Ran the tan loop around the Royal Botanical Gardens then off to St. Kilda Pier for fish and chips. I see a penguin in his live habitat. Well not the whole penguin, just his ass. He was mooning me. Did I come all the way to Australia to be mooned by a sleeping penguin? Why yes I did. On the way back from the pier to the car I feel like Dorthy in Oz. We walk past a set of ruby red slippers. Nice.

Shopping for a gift for Abby at Harbor Town. A drive on the bayfront road with Jeff and Allen to Williamstown where one of the most hysterical moments of my life happened. Fortunately for you Jeff was there with his video camera and I will soon be able to show you the video. I become thirsty and fine a beautiful water fountain, perhaps the fanciest that I have ever encountered. A large elderly Italian woman is trying to get a drink, but the water pressure is too high. I have the same idea and I walk up to join her. We speak to each other and take turns getting squirted in the face at the fountain. She speaks of politics and Obama and tells me of her subdivision. Each time she gets splashed (quite forcefully) in the face with water I laugh hysterically, at one point I begin to squeak and even get the hiccups. Priceless moment in my life. T'will never forget this. We drive past the Titanic dinner theater. I am reminded of my love of theater. I am grateful for my dear friends. I am grateful for my life.

Then off to dinner at Papa Gino's at Laigon street, followed by Brunetti. I amend my lifetime diet choices to read, "Will never eat processed sugar, except at Brunetti's." Then back home to pack. I leave for the airport in a few hours. My trip is over. I have loved every last moment. No tears. I am ready. Twelve billion hour flight home, but at least it's on my favorite airline. I'm full. Full emotionally, spiritually, mentally, physically.....Alive. My music is alive in me. I will return home to share music and teach students with great creativity and much muchness.

Thank you for sharing these moments with me. I wish you were here with me. I love living my life.

Footy

Today/Saturday. Breakfast at the farmer's market. I long for fresh food. This air quality, water quality, food quality...my heart smiles. Then off to Genesis, my Australia gym for a workout/run. Full body. Then to a footy game. Every subdivision here in Melbourne has a team. There are 30 professional footy teams in Melbourne. Four majoy stadiums throughout the city. The whole city lives to cheer on their teams. The stadium is packed. Round, not like our square football. The game is intense. I live inside the game. Great fun.

Thankfully the staduim is near the Docklands which I walk through one last time, and near the Southern Cross mall where I buy a few last moment Australia gifts. A necklace and a belt. A journal. Then off for another night a my beloved Laigon street. Brunetti one last time. I try five tiny desserts. I look around for apartments for rent. If only I lived near Brunetti's. I can fly 17 hours for a cookie. Right?

I scramble to update my blog. Words not worthy of my creativity spill onto the page in hopes of just outlining my day so I will remember this trip forever. Life at an accelerated pace. My feet prepare for an evening of dancing. I will be ready for the trip home when it arrives tomorrow, but I am not ready yet. More fun yet to be discovered.