Laying on my rollaway bed in a room in the beautiful Peabody Hotel. It currently houses duffel bags, peaceful times, and a period of reflection from the day spent in good 'ol Memphis.
Staring at my "Got Blues" shot glass and Elvis-imprinted guitar picks.
Thinking about Smokey, the amazing storyteller at the Memphis Music Store, who graciously shared a piece of his adventure...for many years, he fought a battle for musical freedom and independence in the realm of soul and blues. Walking with John Lennon before he knew anything of "rock 'n roll" to pounding pavement with guitar and harmonica in hand in San Francisco in the 60s, this dude defined "traveler." Oh, Smokey, What's left to be done in your story?
Today, we traversed down Beale Street looking for food, special items to help us remember the night we spent getting to know Memphis, TN, and people to talk with who had life to share.
We ate at Blues City Cafe. Bought guitar picks, shot glasses, mugs, and a harmonica from stores that breathed tourist knock-offs and alcoholic stenches. Beautiful stuff
Now, we rest. We ready for the next day, in which we'll explore the life of "the King" and travel down I-40 to our Olympus...*cough*...sweet Nashville:)
If you read this, pray for us: that we remain constantly in the Spirit as we drive, talk, serve, buy, eat, sleep, etc.
We don't do this for our own enjoyment. We travel with the constant knowledge that our Father has gone before us, preparing the way for us to extend love to people and to be poured into.
*Heart giggles*
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