It’s taken me now just about a month to come up with words to express my feelings of our time. I’ve thought about it a lot—nearly endlessly, to be honest. The words I would normally write feel cheap—because it hasn’t really gotten better, certainly not for many of us. And it might not get better …
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“For a moment, I expected the impossible. And then it happened.” Where are you? Wild winds whipping up against a desolate landscape. Cold skies and a raging heart. You have been uprooted. Torn from the comfort of the ordinary, you have been exposed. But do not go blind, little dove. Look around you. The …
Tonight, I am in the 70’s room. That’s what I am calling it. Floor to ceiling windows, wick furniture, mood setting lights, bright art and matching rugs. It’s an architectural/designer masterpiece. Murti’s brought me coffee, and (at uncle’s request as I am home alone), a beer. I am reflecting on the temples. Mostly because I …
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I remember going down to Mexico in high school to build houses. I remember the rains, fierce rains that made our work impossible; I remember sleeping nearly on top of the girl beside me, us huddling together for warmth, her snoring keeping me awake and enraged all night, stewing in my sleeping bag. But mostly, …
Continue reading The Collective We…because there is nothing else.
Disaster central. I try to be a good human but it would seem that the Karma gods are still after me. At least, that's how it appears. This morning, I decided to go to Charleston. I made the two hour drive only to discover I had left my wallet behind in Savannah. So back I …
The Wild Heart of Life 