West Texas Magic | Knocking the Dust off the Boots | Sipping Whisky
Earlier this year I set about on a journey back to Texas… to metaphorically knock the dust off my boots to get back to my core roots and uncover my voice. No I didn’t have laryngitis, but I’d lost my voice. I’d given myself and my power away. There is a lot more to it, which only my closes people will know… but in short, “I’d misplaced my magic mojo.
Part of that mojo was my ability to communicate. I mean communicate MY way, the special way that only people from West Texas can. It is unique and powerful….and it had become hidden, covered up over the years, much like dust on your boots hides their original color and shine.
I arrived back in #Austin this morning, and it reminded me of a few months ago when spent the afternoon with my childhood friend Christopher J. Oglesby from Lubbock.
We spent the afternoon at his home in East Austin on that Spring day, drinking beer, we later switched to bourbon, when, Chris, who also is a popular Austin artist, said, “there is a distillery up the street, I painted a picture of it and sold it to them for some money & whiskey, want some?” Hell yes! Thanks Still Austin Whiskey Co. ! Love your product.
We spoke of art, books, quantum physics, law of attraction, Texas music history, Rubens paintings and Cowboys cheerleaders, Stubbs, The biggest wedding in Lubbock history and why Church of Christ people won’t serve liquor at weddings but will sneak it in a barn out back, we spoke of women, life, and of course… the magic that is WEST TEXAS and it’s people.
THAT’S why I wanted to spend the afternoon with Chris. I needed to experience that magic again. Chris was a key to recapturing it. He has a magnificent, eclectic way of being and communicating that I relate to. I believe to my core it comes from being raised in West Texas.
I believe sometimes you cover up your life, power, magic, personality, desires and voice with baggage, fears, scars, dirt… and you forget what’s underneath.
Sometimes… you have to knock the dust off of the boots to see what’s underneath and the original color. This is true for both boots and life.
That afternoon in Austin I started to knock the dust off!
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