the urge

I’m too old to get weird, I suppose. But that’s what my core is telling me. Write. Meet with people. Travel. Wear whatever feels right. To me. I want to spend hours reading, thinking, meditating. I want to reach another level of fulfillment without going the standard way of religion or wakefulness or any of the other scripted horseshit ways people seem to go. … More the urge

winter blues

I can’t work it away. Play it away. Sleep, eat, or pray it away. The closest I get to ever really getting rid of it is by pounding the keys—chipping away at mountains with a pick axe—or by drinking just enough so I’m all warmed up and my senses are numbed so I can finally … More winter blues

Christmas at School

My kids practiced for weeks. Learned the songs, The melodies, timing, and the harmony. And they discovered how beautiful it is Just to sing and feel and share. Not only now, During the season of light and presents and good food and drinks and forgiveness and Love, But always. So, I was pretty fucking proud … More Christmas at School

A Bag of Dogs

She says death follows me, but I’m not so sure. I think death is just another state of being and if you’re lucky enough to be tuned in you learn to reach out to it as it reaches for you. There is a connection, of course. Sometimes clear. Sometimes not. And it is the most … More A Bag of Dogs