This morning I quit Twitter. TS
do you remember what you dreamed of before they tried to break the world? I do. and it wasn't and it isn't anything they think it is. can you find that place inside yourself inside your dreams again? I have.
"Don't explain your philosophy. Embody it." - Epictetus The night before last I re-read D.H. Lawrence's essay titled "Insouciance." The author describes being away on a trip, fully present and enjoying his surroundings, only to be distracted from the present moment by another guest who is mired in their "caring" about the political climate at… Continue reading D.H. Lawrence and Insouciance
It fills you not, nor satisfies, the thing you thought you knew. It doesn’t quench the thirst you have, this well from which you drew. And though you take a thousand steps, you seem never to arrive, at a place of peace within yourself, and why you are alive. It is not to race another… Continue reading Falling In Love With You
See the infinite depth of the sky, as the clouds roll away and pass by, like the ocean rolls into the shore, see the infinite sky from your door. -Teri Skultety
I've finished reading "South and West: From a Notebook" by Joan Didion. At one hundred and twenty-six pages, this was a quick read. If you've been following along you've probably gathered that I've become a fan of Joan Didion's writing. I am familiar with her cadence, her style. I often refer to her as "Saint… Continue reading South and West, Joan Didion
Every day is a new day. As the song says, "Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again." And here's a fine quote from Elizabeth Taylor, a fine quote indeed... That's it, you know. Passionate women who feel things completely learn this, you make yourself get up and get on with it. She's… Continue reading Every Day is a New Day
There are two Pat Benatar songs stuck in my head right now, both from the same album, "Tropico," which is my favorite Pat Benatar album. I had a copy of "Tropico" way back in the day, bought from the local music store. It was scratched, right out of the sleeve. Couldn't return it. So I… Continue reading Elizabeth Wurtzel, and How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb?
As I begin to write this, we are two hours out from the New Year, and the new decade, here on the West Coast! Where to even begin? I'm pretty sure I thought we'd all be flying around in our own little spaceships, like on The Jetsons, by now in this year 2020. Didn't you?… Continue reading Happy New Year!
When they first learn to do magic, they think the power they wield is their own. The ego is a weak, insatiable, master, and some of the gods are fickle. And some of the gods are not. And some of the gods are devils. And some things are better forgotten. Only fools dare play with… Continue reading Beginner’s Luck