Just A Cowboy
A Diggerent Meaning of Success...
It has been almost two years since I relocated to the outskirts of Nashville, Tennessee and I have performed live a grand total of “THREE” times. For those of you who know me, you probably find this very hard to believe and just maybe you are thinking in the back of your mind that I have failed to reach my goals and that my dreams have come crashing down around me. Just to let each of you know…nothing could be further from the truth. In all reality, here I have discovered a greater sense of peace and happiness than I have ever experienced in my entire life.
Please bear with me for a moment. The year and a half before I moved to Tennessee was filled with devastating disappoints and tortuous tragedies. In the span of a year in a half, I lost my manager and friend Joe, who believed deeply in my music, to a sudden illness. I lost my Grandfather, who was like a father to me, to Alzheimer’s. A co-worker in his twenties died in my arms of a heart attack, while I performed CPR. I lost my teaching job due to Chronic Migraines. Finally, the Arvie Jr. Band broke up after five years of successful touring. With each loss, I continued to push forward, although deep within I felt as if my soul was being torn apart a little more each day.
Upon our arrival in Tennessee, my first task was to turn the exterior shell of our “Tiny Cabin” into a home and for several months that is what I focused my attention on. The more I worked with my hands the better and better I felt and with each nail and board I put up I felt that I was rebuilding myself. Long talks and long walks down the miles of dirt roads near our cabin helped me to realize that I had spent my whole life chasing down someone else’s vision of success, when all I wanted was to be FREE!
You may ask, what does that mean? Honestly, I don’t know! I am still discovering what it means to me and I believe it means something different to everyone. So far this year, I have built two “Tiny Cabins”, illustrated my first children’s book with my wife Bunny entitled Christmas Without Grandmother, began learning the Cherokee language, and painting Cherokee art. I still play and sing three or four times a week but my audience is usually the animals of the forest. I don’t know what will happen in the future but for once in my life I can honestly say that I am not worried about tomorrow. I am truly living for today and living free!
Love To All,