Jason Mraz wrote this in his online Journal. It made me smile real big! :o) I love this man. Seriously.
06.28.2006
Good Morning Starshine, The Earth says Hello... I wonder in what accent?
I should work for Star magazine. I was like the paparazzi on the roof of my hotel a little after 6 am, knowing he would show up just across the way. I had seen him yesterday and I couldnât sleep being so close and not doing anything about it. So I waited all night. And just as I anticipated he appeared and I got the shot. I took three shots just to be safe, one for each setting on my Polaroid not knowing how each would develop. Granted my subject came out rather small as Instant cameras seem to do, but nevertheless I accomplished my goal and captured a moment that could only happen once⦠daily.
The sun is famous! Did you ever stop to think about that? How many movies have you seen where they show a blazing sun over the squiggly lines of a glassy desert road, or a sunset over ANYWHERE. Itâs the sun. You canât really recast the sun if it doesnât show up for the performance. Tonight, standing in for the role of the Sun will be Kevin Spacey. As much as I think it would be cool to see the mug of Kevin Spacey kicking it in the clouds with some groovy shades on, Life, as we know it just wouldnât flourish. It just doesnât work that way.
The sun is the one and the only. And we can all see it. Sure, heâll burn out our eyeballs if we look too hard for too long, which is nice actually because Iâm sure that gives him some peace and privacy on days when there arenât many clouds. But think about it. Weâd get excited if we were to see Tutti from The Facts of Life at the grocery store. So why not be stoked when the sun is hanging out in your backyard? Youâre practically neighbors!
Everybody knows the sun. Well, maybe not the British. To them the sun is just an outlandish visitor who comes around about two weeks a year every June. From what I could tell it looks as if heâs just left the UK. Everyoneâs gloating like roses having had the pleasure of hanging out with the superstar.
Me and the sun, we high five every chance we get. I use protection now, sort of like a liquid glove, because sometimes the high fives can sting. The sun is the founding father of all that is fresh.
I love him.
We are friends.
Did I write this in the 6th grade?
Nope. I wrote it a few days ago. Since then I saw the sunrise two more times from the ocean, looking back at the shores of San Diego, both were great days for glassy lefts, spills, and mouthfuls of salt water. The first morning was a bit cloudy, but the sun still rises through haze like a phoenix from the ashes. I know itâs there and it gives me hope and a great pleasure to be awake, alive and present.
My trip is over in a way, yet my short visit home was just as exciting as any other stop on my adventure. âI canât believe I live here,â is something I always shout from my backyard. I got to see a lot of cool things in the world and fit in to a lot of choice cities and cultures. Returning home to where I fit in, to my corner of the world, to a place where the coffee shops are still welcoming, and hugs are legal tender, is knowing where I belong. Iâm forever humbled by what Iâve been given the chance to do.
Thank you.
Now, on with rehearsals in Nashville! Itâs touring time!
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