My wife always says, you always put your best thoughts on napkins and receipts. Well, i don’t know if they are my best, but i do find that i write on everything and get my best ideas during transitions in the days…after this trip, i looked around, and it did seem true that i had been writing mostly on what was most readily available. When I was a kid, i wrote on my walls—the word believe was my first “big” word, the second was “beautiful”—i remember i had to write those two words everywhere. Perhaps i was doing graffiti before it was cool.

Either way, i’ve never not been able to constantly express. Funny finding all these coasters and receipts and instruction manuals from this past month, and all my funny comments on them. I was thinking in Spanish and english, it appears. At the end of my life, there will be a huge pile of all these papers, and perhaps i will do an installation piece or some type of sculpture, so they might be useful to someone!

Once, i had a vision I was sitting on a huge grandfather’s lap just talking endlessly. He was enjoying everything i had to day. One day, He handed me a scroll and told me to take it down the hill we were sitting on into the valley. So I took it and ran quickly down the hill. Everything was lush green like Ireland, and there were many animals along the way, all of whom i could talk to. When I arrived, there was a village, and i knew where to take the scroll. I talked to everyone along the way.

When I returned to grandfather, He was so happy. He had watched me all along the way, and enjoyed all the animals and people I met as i delivered his scroll.

This vision was so simple, and child like, but has stuck with me, as a calling dream since i had it years ago.

In another, i wore chimes all over my body, and simply walked around chiming. I like that one also. I did a painting of that one once. I love chimes and the idea of making something invisible visible something inaudible audible. I feel like , when I’m at my best, that’s pretty much all I do.

One time a famous prophet came up to me in my dream. We had been on a boat in silence. He was showing me how to navigate a huge river. When we came to the shore there were lines of people waiting for words from him. He gave everyone their words, detailed words about things they needed to know.

When he came back to me, he laughed, and just said, “be In Him.”