Post-Yellowstone and Four Hours and Two Cups later

I uploaded pictures.

I have also uploaded a singular video.

Do what you will. 

I'm out of Yellowstone now. I took a very long detour through the northeast entrance (My destination is Northwest) to take the Beartooth Highway as it was highly recommended by a stranger. 200+ miles later I had driven the most ineffably beautiful stretch of road I have ever driven. Pictures exist up yonder. I can't even explain it. Pictures barely help the majesty of it. I do have videos but they are incoherent due to the wonder's effect on my feeble mind. 

So then I got a victory pizza (sans fungi) and drove all the way to where I was supposed to be after having left Yellowstone's north entrance - Bozeman, Montana. There is the highest concentration of beautiful women here that I've ever seen. It could just be that I've only seen buffalo recently (no offence Bison bison) but it must be statistically significant and warrants further study in the name of science and mankind. 

I get to stock up on more vittles, map out the next shower and overnight stays (there are so many up here though) and start heading to Flathead Lake, then Jasper Ice Fields, then back down to Glacier to meet my kin. I have good time so that's quite nice. I'm going to go make sure it is spent well. It is an unruly toddler and sometimes gets itself into situations where it dwindles and dies without my own efforts. 

I finished one song I'd been writing (trying) for 6+ months. And it is the funniest song I've ever written while still being completely musical and enjoyable and non-caustic and consistent. Learned a mental trick that might help in future blocks. In the process I completely wrote a second immediately afterwards. Within Yellowstone I also wrote three more complete songs. I just need to practice them like a furious musical beast and I'll have seven completely diverse representative songs of my own to speak for that I am actually proud of, since leaving. Do you even know how critical of myself I am?

That's a trick question you have no fucking idea and you would upset me if you even tried to answer that. This is success. My brain can breathe again and it hasn't taken breaths this deep since ever. I've never been this completely happy, for so many reasons. The summary being how much of myself I own control and direct directly contributes to how creative I am (Duh?) and happy I am (being both a product and ingredient to creativity). A Positive Cycle. 

I'm going to tell you something I tell myself in the event it helps you, as much as it helped me: You (I am) are dumb. Stop trying to influence/control/explain away the vista and let your humbled mind and decisions find your place within it naturally. This lets you a) actually enjoy what you see without feeling any pressure to influence it or direct it (a fear of the unknown?) b) makes you so much more enjoyable to be around, and c) shows you things you could never have imagined yourself (for me - this is aka inspiration). What do you want more: To surround yourself entirely with things you can control and understand, or be permeated by a world that is completely inundated with a beauty that you could not have imagined/crafted yourself? Depends what you want - beauty or stagnation, restraint. Responsibility to lead everything you have taken to attempt control. The need to be right and need to be most correct stops you from experiencing beauty and freedom. This need punches holes in the scenery and makes you believe you know how to patch it up better.

But we don't. Let it be and be with it humbly, you are small and dumb and It is Good because therefore, life is always new. You can learn more. Let it come to you and enjoy it as it does, for you didn't force it to. Carry on, sweet chariots.