I have not known Shams or oil wells in my living room.
No inheritance, nor near death experiences.
The bird reminds me that Joy is worth dying for.
And that in my house there is so very much to worship… Read More
There will be a time, a passage when you don’t really know who you were, or are, or can be. It’s natural, it’s divine, and it’s the chemistry of beautiful, awesome change. This passage can happen in big dramatic swells, as years of not quite knowing what you want to do; or seasons of confusion that aren’t quite depressing, but confusing enough to invite sadness in… Read More
Every week or so, I notice this guy on my street sitting on the curb between parked cars. Crossed legged. Spine straight. Facing the same side of the street every time. He’s become our urban Buddha statue, reminding us to be still…. Read More
the order of chaos…
chaos is certain
certain is chaos… Read More
you are more than your name
more plenty than all that you have… Read More
Dogma comes in all kinds of packaging — usually just the right size to fit our insecurities and blind spots. Whether you’re fighting for peace (what a searing oxymoron that is,) or you’re converting meat-eaters to veggie burgers, you do what you do because it feels really good to think you’re right… Read More
All communication begins with intention. How do you start meetings, phone calls, apologies, birthday toasts, jam sessions? What’s the point? You can invoke the higher powers and the human spirit without anyone knowing you’re being all mojo cosmic… Read More