I love the dark hours of my being.

I love the dark hours of my being.

If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting! I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a gravesite and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs. Rilke Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! …

2 types of people

2 types of people

Those who talk and those who do. Those who watch things and those who watch people watch things. Those who close their mouth after the fork has left their mouth and those who close their mouth while the fork is in their mouth – making that very specific and not always pleasant scraping noise. Those who chew with their mouth open and those who chew with their mouth closed. Those who drink detox tea and/or take detox pills and those who simply detox. Those who take action and those who click like and share. Those who remember and those who forget. Those who drift and those who walk. Those who …

You don’t have to act crazy anymore

You don’t have to act crazy anymore

“You don’t have to act crazy anymore— We all know you were good at that, Now retire, my dear, From all that hard work you do Of bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart. Look in a clear mountain mirror See the beautiful ancient warrior And the divine elements You always carry inside That infused this universe with sacred life So long ago” ― Hafiz Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! If you find joy and value in what we make and share, please consider supporting with a recurring or one time donation, between a cup of coffee and some Trader Joe’s snacks. …

Hidden Life

Everything Is Filtered

I have a public life I have a private life And then I have a “public private life.” Few of us confess, “I poured immense time & energy into this post.” Our lives become a kind of performance. As we visit a beautiful place and consider the social capital of our Instagram post vs someone else from that very same place, because yes, we know they are doing a JR considering the same thing. Can a moment belong to me in a more profound way? If I share a picture of myself eating pie, have a I actually robbed myself of enjoying the pie in real time? Can I walk …

man ray Serenity Of Effort

Serenity Of Effort

Peace and stillness are not something you can make happen. However, you can notice it. Notice it, when you stop trying to make things happen. Notice it. Allow it. Stop trying so hard and experience the serenity of effort.   Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! If you find joy and value in what we make and share, please consider supporting with a recurring or one time donation, between a cup of coffee and some Trader Joe’s snacks. Donate here. 

You can change your life. You can do, have, and be exactly what you wish.

You can change your life. You can do, have, and be exactly what you wish.

You can change your life. You can do, have, and be exactly what you wish. You can change your life. You can do, have, and be exactly what you wish. You can change your life. You can do, have, and be exactly what you wish.   Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! If you find joy and value in what we make and share, please consider supporting with a recurring or one time donation, between a cup of coffee and some Trader Joe’s snacks. Donate here. 

What are you searching for?

What are you searching for?

Are we all constantly searching? If so, for what? For what am I searching? Personally, for peace. For knowing. To rest In Peace and rise in peace and exist in peace. Where I am not so up and down according to this job or that gig. Where everything isn’t so big and it all doesn’t have to be so special. Where I don’t look at my phone 160 times a day. Letting go. Allowing. Peace. Peace, knowing that I created and lived to my potential. What are you searching for?   Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! If you find joy and value …

Hidden Life

Hidden Life

Dare I say the one not on social media. The one at home, alone, bored, confused. The hidden life matters just as much, if not more than the highly curated, and carefully chosen “public” life displayed online. The hidden life matters more, far more. It’s not only the grand things that matter. The normal, unhistoric, without fanfare, the moments most of us are currently living right now matter just as much. Honor those moments, honor the hidden life.   Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! If you find joy and value in what we make and share, please consider supporting with a recurring …

Where have you been?

Where have you been?

Here. There. Around. Right here.  The thing about meeting someone who turns you on, who gives you life, who has a smile that feels like the formula for joy; is that they were always there. It seems like you needed them and like you were looking for them and you think that maybe they could have been there sooner. But they were here while you were there, and they were there while you were here. You were both here. They weren’t never not here. You and they were always moving towards each other. That’s not poetry, that’s physics. But as of a week ago, two days ago, a couple hours …

Be Patient

Be Patient

Be patient. Be patient. Wait for the three marshmallows, don’t just take the one.  One shitty job, role, gig, offer, opportunity, bad show = one marshmallow. Be patient, and you will have 1,000 marshmallows. 1,000   Relearn and transform your stories into powerful medicine. Set your stories free here! If you find joy and value in what we make and share, please consider supporting with a recurring or one time donation, between a cup of coffee and some Trader Joe’s snacks. Donate here.