down the rabbit hole

If Sun Ray came around the house….just popping in for some dinner….I might tell Jenny, “Hey….Sun Ray’s here again. No….you tell him….you tell him. I’m not telling him. Well, if you’re not going to tell him, then I guess that he’s going to eat with us again. OK, I guess that’s settled….Sun Ray’s going to eat here tonight.”

I don’t know what I’d think about him coming around a bunch.

I guess it’d be OK….maybe he’d help me design a cob sauna or something.

There are some cool people in the world….and Sun Ray’s one of them….walking around with a hand rolled cigarette and a cup of coffee….barefoot…creating some amazing buildings.

I think that’s what I imagine myself like…..except for the hand rolled cigarette part.

A¬†hippy….building some interesting stuff out in the woods.

That’s me….inside my head.

That’s what my compass would point me towards if I hadn’t grown so good at resisting the magnetic pull of true destiny.

And the only thing that keeps me from doing what I want….in addition to a well-developed sense of responsibility to protect and sustain my family….is the starting.

I think that we can be whatever we want to be.

Most of us are adults, anyway….right?

Don’t “adults” do what they want?

Whatever happened to dreams?

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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