It's been far too long since I've sent out a proper update, and this shouldn't be counted as one. It's 10:44 on a Sunday night and my eyelids are already heavy. We've had a good day of church, family, and football... made me feel almost normal, like I hadn't spent the majority of the last three months crisscrossing the country. We were in central and western New York for the first half of October and watched the leaves change as we drove some new roads to new destinations. There's something about Fall that draws my pen to paper more than the other seasons. As Aimee napped in the passenger seat I would take in the brilliant burning hillsides and let the words knock around until a pattern would start to take shape. Maybe the best of these driving/writing hours yielded this simple idea: Home is nowhere near, but Home is somewhere here between your hand in my hand.
I've been thinking a lot about community lately. How it is a necessity for us. How we've found it with new friends and old friends alike. Thanks for being part of this strange non-geographic, in the moment, on (the road) again, off (to the next) again, community that's supported us over these 380,000 miles. We have a few shows left in 2009 and a few open weekends. If you would like to host us in your hometown, we'd like to come.
I hope to see you soon!
Under the Mercy,
Joel
