The evening is warm and sweet, filling me with a tenderness for the day. You know, something urges you to get in your car and in my case I drive to Kingman. I find real reasons to go there: a Mexican blanket, a talk to the museum director, buying a book, which turned out to become a gift, going to K mart. Now I wonder what I a doing there, but spend the time I am supposed to spend there, going on to Basha’s: I get some little thing, not enough to call it shopping and drive back through downtown Kingman and on a corner I see a friend who lives quiet a bit away and whom I have been calling for three weeks. So we hang out, we talk, get a late Mexican lunch and decide to go back to my gasstation. My friend is a Hualapai healer and singer. He lays a hand on my body and sings a song in Hualapai. He takes my legs and finds a hidden pain, I wasn’t aware of and sings it away. Then he sings a song taking me by the hand for letting go of what is not wanted in my body and my soul and mind. I follow eyes closed his steps. In all, four songs which make me feel at ease, at peace, happy, serene. We kid a bit and talk and make plans. Then he drives back and will gather roots on the way home and I go to find friends in the restaurant, friends I haven’t seen in a year and again fate is merciful at the next table some kind people, dear to me are sitting. Ok, I have listened to what I needed to do and seem to be rewarded with meeting whom I needed to meet. Thanks to the Wave Structure of Matter, I know these things happen because all is related to all. You just need to follow its pulse.