a bed on a platform, a waking thought calmed, a prayer or a quieting, undressed and it is the quieting that leads to an openness. a compliment to the journey. a compliment to the commitment. dashiki and curls.. I keep watering these plants. I’ve been warned and I must respond…

when they say change everything.. and they speak from a place of mist.. even if they speak from a place of here.. aware of the position, you know without question and therefore accept that change is happening. what we do not manage will be managed by others .. yeah I…

I’ll be the first in line to tell you it doesn’t go away. not at the first taste of that Russian River 90 point splash. no my love it doesn’t go away. like that first pair of glasses I ever bought, with you driving me home. it doesn’t vanish. who…

I’m somewhat surprised at what I can see and what is apparent to me now. I had to say it this way mostly because what is true for me maybe laughable for you. it would be strange to think that we all might carry one thought about things, or share…

a prayer is sent. and I know it is received. like a story written I can offer a portion, this one you will not need to steal. what is more important? a matter of right and wrong? this life is neither. I pray these blessings reach you, which I am…

when I go away (music like madonna) the heart is standing on its own. it always has, silent apart from it’s heavy foot falls. standing and marching in place. It may be our job to carry it understanding finally that this is a wonder, the unified parts of our discomforts…

I almost missed out on this life. well, let me start again I almost missed out on this day. a week or so ago I made a vegan stew. today is like that stew. it is an immediate happy. like being healed with new skin. and I almost missed it…

there is a difference between an aspired ethic and the imposition of value. hell, there’s a true difference between values and ethics held tight to the tongue. it is not simply what has been valued, but what has been sent. Maybe by wiping the road dust from our windows we…

and the struggle has been the dickens.. an absolute motherfucker, a rug burn, trying..and although the rules are mine. I can’t help but feel as I always have. it’s not as if the map is clear, and I won’t stray too far, but if you happen to see me.. with…