Improvisational Meditation

I guess it was not too long ago, maybe two years? that I spent an April living on the streets on the south side of Tucson, one of my favorite places in the world really. I had been playing songs and improvised instrumentals every day when I woke up and I wandered around between different parks and places with free food and open libraries and I played guitar frequently. The guitar had been given to me by a feisty older Cherokee woman who was married to a communist university professor who’d recently retired, I’d met her on Twitter but we started hanging out irl and she’d given me this guitar. She’d lived on the streets before and we sometimes talked about such things and I would always text her when I passed the Safeway at Broadway and Campbell where there was a dumpster that Deb had scavenged from in her youth when she’d nicknamed it “mom” and we still referred to it by this name when we talked about it. If I recall correctly this improvisation took place at Sam Lena Park across from UMC south in April 2022