Milking Cows.

I just came back from a few days at the farm, where I am always forced to choose between meditation or milking cows. Meditation wins.

It was also my birthday, an occasion naturally propense to questionioning life's direction.

I feel like I am on a hiatus, neither here nor there. I have unfinished business in NY, I hesitate on settling in Belo Horizonte. It's a no win situation. And time keeps running...

I am itching to go back to New York, even if just to visit.

When is Folsom Street East?