I have so much to be thankful for on this Good Friday. All signs point to great things. Today I hit my “Re-Set” button.

First of all, today is the Vernal (or spring) Equinox. In some religions and cultures the Vernal Equinox is the new year. I’d like to think that this is my new year. Today is the full moon. Big energy in the full moon coupled with the Equinox and the shift in season to spring and growth also make this a great day.

But today is the day that my life is coming together, congealing and coalescing here in The Burque. By the end of today, I will no longer be homeless or car-less. By the end of today I will be living in a sweet fucking condo in a hip part of Albuquerque with a rockin’ roommate and my cat. I have not been this excited about a place since I found my bungalow in Venice. I pick up my car in one hour, pack my stuff and move in today.

Ahh, and I have today off, so I can move in properly - slowly - relishing the opportunity to truly settle, something I’ve not done in months.

This morning, as I drove through the interstate sprawl of ABQ to my second day of work, I was reflecting upon literally where I am presently located and figuratively upon where I am in life. And I looked up at that moment and spied a giant billboard proclaiming:

YOU ARE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. (Where do you want to be?)

Wow! What an answer . . . . and how timely!

Earlier today I blogged about birds.

About two hours later, as I was walking home from the coffee shop, a bird flying by pooped on my head. I’ve done a bit of internet-based research and have found that in some cultures this is considered to be good luck, but only if the bird poops on your head. Apparently other body parts don’t count. The bird poop hit my hat, so I wonder if my good luck still counts . . .

In an earlier post today, I made reference to a saxophone. That’s because I was thinking about this saxophone player I know from around the Venice ‘hood who always rides his skateboard barefoot while playing his sax. He cruises through town bringing a sense of peace with him. And sometimes you can be out near the beach in the twilight when the cold and the fog and the wind kicks up enough to send you home . . . and then from the mist, you hear the peal of a saxophone moving through the boardwalk. I hadn’t seen him in probably a year or more.

Today is sunshiney and windy. I just got back from a quick skate and I’m rolling down the boardwalk, the wind pushing me fast. I look up into the people ahead and my eyes rest on a glint of sun coming off of a stationary . . . saxophone! No way . . . I’m thinking, and grind my stopper into the cement to slow down and sure enough, it’s my old friend the barefoot skateboarding saxophone player who I’d just been thinking of today!