Reality Check

Adjusting from a big trip is a lot more than just getting over jetlag. The realization that there was not a photo op and a story ready to tell every hour of the day sent me into a tailspin yesterday. I was back to using Google images and felt like my creative well had run dry.

But then I realized that was an unreal life that could not have gone on much longer than 18 days without literally burning me out. It was fun and full of beautiful pictures everywhere I looked, but it was simply not real.

Today as I got up I noticed the fall leaves through the window in our bedroom. Hmm... now that’s worth a mention.

Then I went downstairs to greet my guys who are always at the gate waiting for me. Jake is perpetually exuberant. Dylan is slower and slower and knows not where he poops these days. He is simply the shell of a dog that is just about used up at 13. But they are dear and they are certainly worth coming home for.


I will dust off my music and head over to Deborah’s house to play together with her later today, remembering how much her bass does to compliment my piano part. I really missed our times together on the trip.

I’m slowly getting back to looking for the small things in life that make the day not so ho-hum. It may be a story on NPR, or the fox running past my window on the world where I write, or an interesting conversation with family or friends. This is reality and a life that will sustain me.

Home sweet home is the realest of worlds.