Doing a gig at a house concert in a couple of week…

Sunday afternoon. Almost the New Year. Thinking about the regrets of the last year (NONE!) and all of the promise that exists in 2003. Working on my website. Making the most of the resources available to me and FINALLY letting go of relationships, situations and stuff that no longer serves my highest good. Oh, the…

I wish adults would allow juice to stay on their cheeks the way toddlers do. (I suspect more cheeks would be kissed if we did.) I was kissing my little muse today and smelled the strawberries she had for breakfast that were all over her cheeks. I closed my eyes and let my spirit soar…

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine….

“Learn to say, ‘Fuck You’ to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning,…

I am deconstructing my entire life, ego, sense of reality at present. It’s both frightening and liberating. I feel as though every relationship, every role, every assumption I’ve made about anything is under attack by the part of me that seeks authenticity. The hardest part of this process of self-discovery is figuring out what (or…