It’s been a lot of work campaigning, even for a “smaller” race such as School Board. I have no clue where I stand in the race, but sometimes it feels ike I have a lot of ground to still cover. Not much time left in this election cycle. Voting is well underway. My hopes are that people, epecially those who are “average” voters, turn out to vote in large numbers. But thank god for my frankenstrat (and for my wife who’s always there enabling my guitar addiction)…
I’ve learned during these last three months that there’s nothing I can do but show up as the best possbile version of myself. I am not a good salesman and I have always let my work speak for itself. But this process has been about talking to people about me. I am not good at that, at all.
But after a long day of campaigning, which often involves a lot of discussions and behaviors that are simply mean, I play my Frankenstrat and turn off the brain. Sometimes i even find a calm space somewhere on the fretbaord. Sometimes though i end up more frustrated because the sounds sucks so bad that i can’t even listen to it. Still, i play and release juju that i don’t need. I find a place where it’s just a singular entity of vibration.
Not sure what any of it communicates, but at least there’s no one telling me how wrong i am about things. My town has a lot of healing to do and I know I have something to offer that healing process. I heal myself, every day, and I know that it begins with a mirror. My frankenstrat is often that mirror and when the sound doesn’t suck, i know i’ve re-found my balance. Santa Fe can find its balance, but it needs to start with active participation. The vote is the mirror and the reflection is always the place to start to heal.
