Now that the boys are back in school, a return to normalcy around here is imminent. But its been an anything-but-normal summer, with full-blown crises of a personal and musical nature, sweltering weather, frayed-nerves and an end-of-innocence. What is left except to pick ones' self up and begin again? If nothing else I am questioning my motives and looking for my blind-spot, as well as beginning to delve into my unconscious through Jungian therapy, writing down dreams and working on some art. I feel like I've just embarked on a journey of true self-discovery, digging for something, not sure what, maybe a sense of why I do the things I do...