i'm on a weird plane right now, i can't stop writing, or feeling, or listening...
how are things out your window?

Synchronicity, I love that feeling of swimming in the same school, moving fluid psychic choreography! I've been feeling, listening, writing a lot- the only part not parallel is "being on a weird plane." I took a look out my window, hit "Reply" and the following answer wrote itself:

Wow! Pretty much the same! but I don't think of it as weird-
Creativity is not a linear thing in my experience, it comes in waves. I give in to that hella fun siren's song 100%- surfing inspired as long as the wave lasts. Cowabunga! See you around on the beach, your company is truly grand. I hit "Send"

Later that afternoon cruising through the local SF paper I discovered 2 hours after I wrote that email, the ultra special huge waves, Mavericks, between Santa Cruz and Monterey, which I hadn't the foggiest conscious notion were going on drowned a legendary hardcore surfer dude! Wow, how psychic cowabunga was that!

Look at this amazing huge wave's photo- I LOVE the way the light is illuminating the wave's left side. That surfer just front of the curl must be having such a stellar ride! Fucking beautiful...

"A legendary local surfer who lived for the monster wave died Tuesday at Ghost Trees, a Monterey County surf spot known for its potent swells."

The man who lost his life must have had a hell of a ride to the other side, and I mean that in a loving good way. What a beautiful way to go, doing what you love more than any other thing on the planet. He was blessed. I pray to be transported, whenever my time is, doing what I love as much as this man loved to surf...

Now I'm curious, I wonder what MY exit of choice would be? Something creative likely. Never gave that much thought, even though I nearly died a couple years back (long story, Nov. 2005 D-land entries document life after my 7 days in ICU)

Deep Thinking ahead, for sure!
Hanging 10 on the astral plane, humming along with the Existential Siren's Song here on the Left Coast; life is good. I get a big charge out of knowing where I didn't "know" I was coming from. Does that make sense? It's automatic!