I've let my hair and the windows down, again, and hit the road to nowhere specific.  I had to.

I've been on the road for over 3 weeks now and as difficult as it was to pack it all up and say goodbye to my "home" in Oklahoma - once I left, I felt the tension in my shoulders melt.  The weight of the expectations I'd put on myself dissipated. 

I will always call Oklahoma home and I will always return to my roots there, but I had to give myself permission to fly.  I had to give myself permission to just go out on the road and be, once more.  No expectations. No preconceptions.  Just me - a hollow bone - out here in the world, having an intimate discussion with Spirit - and sharing the language of The Outlaw Oracle with kindred spirits like you.