Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of… Read More ›
Solitude
Can You Hear the Quiet?
I’ve been doing some serious thinking about the world lately. Can you hear the quiet? This serious thinking isn’t a new thing for me. This bout of thinking began with the drug induced suicide of a rock star. I’m referring… Read More ›
You Can’t Unbreak An Egg
There are some opportunities in life that only come along once, some things that you only get one shot at. You can’t unbreak an egg. For the most part, I’m one to be philosophical about such things. My go to… Read More ›
Quotes from Joan Didion.
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. To see enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some day when I am only going through the motions and doing what I am supposed to do which is… Read More ›
Finding My Niche in the Beautiful World.
A question of direction. Lately I’ve realized that the last few years the main focus of my writing has been something of an untoward wrestling match trying to come to some kind of terms with it. There have many… Read More ›
“We Create Culture.”
“Create your own roadshow.” ~ Terrence McKenna
Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.
I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos…. Read More ›
Longing For Autumn.
Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn season. Each day grows longer in itsโ strange, lazy heat, making me wistful. Thinking of cooler evenings, of colors faded from the over exposure of prolonged direct… Read More ›
Unlimited
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man whoโs really a gentleman, even if sometimes she… Read More ›
Teller of Stories
ย ย ย ย They want the words. You want the words. I stay up all night, many nights, and don’t much care, who knows it. Chasing things down, drinking tea, looking for songs to put me into some kind… Read More ›
