So, he we are, at the halfway point of this journey.  And so far, so EVERYTHING. I have felt great joy and connection on this trip, I have felt sadness, I have felt numb and completely alone in myself and views on life. I have loved the people here and I have said to hell with them.  I have been very happy to be here and have wanted to go home a number of times as the vibe here at times has felt the farthest from any semblance of home.  One of the things that I have always found challenging is when protocol, politics and the upholding of self-images get in the way of connection and love. This trip has been full of occasions where the essential point of being here becomes overlooked by some kind of agenda. What is the essential point of being here? For me, it is the desire to carry out connection to my fellow human beings to inspire through the sharing of music,togetherness and being. When I first heard about this opportunity to play in Ethiopia at The Music Without Boundaries Festival, I was very excited. I was excited at the title of the festival alone and traveling to somewhere that I have never been before. I envisioned meeting musicians and artists performing in the festival and in Ethiopia. And it has been that and it is has been obscured by politics and protocol. I recognize the importance of adhering to certain formalities but where I draw the line is when the relationship or interaction loses its organic quality and the protocol gets in the way of the essence. For me that essence is play,inspire,connect,love. Repeat. This is what everything I do is about. Reveling in the inherent value and simplicity of Being and watching what unfolds from there.

What I can sense here in Ethiopia is a rapid and exponential development. It feels like the Ethiopia of this moment is drastically different from what it was 6th years ago and this seems to continue everyday even though seems to move very slow here.  The view from my 9th floor balcony hotel is quite poignant. Below,me I can see the swanky recreation area of the Addis Hilton with its lounge, tennis courts and swimming pool. In front of me I can see high rises being built , some in their beginnings others in their early stages. Outside of the gates of The Hilton lies a shanty town where the poor. All this juxtaposed by this epic sight of the natural beauty of the mountains calling forth the majesty of this historic country.

In this moment. I just came from downstairs, a little break from what felt like slight kinks in the flow of my thoughts. I walked around the hotel lobby, went outside and gazed the beautiful sunshine. A little boy said hello and I waved back. I went back inside and the lovely woman who performs the coffee ceremony in the Hilton introduces herself after seeing a couple of performances here in Addis. I am back in my room with a warm smile on my face, with the humorous thought in my head. “What the hell were those last two paragraphs about?” In this moment this trip has been wonderful. :)