My Love Is in America

I would pretend that a very old version of myself was in the room with me. And it was always a 50 year old self. That is old. It's the oldest I could imagine being ever. Then when I moved to that ranch, it happened to be the year I turned 50 and I would sit in the forest and meditate. Many, many times I felt as if when I sat down and let go, I got pulled into like a dark room in Cambridge, Massachusetts where a pregnant 25-year-old was sobbing or guts out. Like you were just being given, all right, you want a barn here and a dwelling there and da, da, da. But