Taxi Driver

My taxi driver was the coolest cat. 

Born and raised in Boise, lives on 30 acres surrounded by wheat and corn fields, and just paid off his house. He pickles and cans lots of yummies from his large garden and fishes as much as he can. He used to bow hunt deer and bear but never acquired a taste for bear; he'd "rather eat a boiled boot." 

He pans for gold and plans to sell some this summer to spend a few days in Manhattan visiting Times Square. He has family in Oregon and they trade canned goods for salted fish. 

He laid concrete for 30 years and now drives a taxi 4 days a week for fun. He lives 4 miles from his son and twin grandsons and loves them very much. I loved his gentle 5am sermon about slow living and I took a deep breath as we parted. 

All is good with my Soul this morning. 

Now listening to One Republic and reading ‪#‎DesireMap‬. 

Coming home.