Gimme... Yeah,...I want... Umgonnahaf... Lemmeget... . Tell you what I want. Are ya' listenin'?? Not a single please nor thank you. Not. One. And her daughter-in-puffy-jacket walked directly in front of me several times while carting coffee mugs to and fro, deciding a teacher gift. Not once did that 11- or 13-year-old child make eye … Continue reading Christmas Coffee in Syosset, Lawn Guyland 2015
This morning, I woke to find an e-mail from the wife of one of my cousins - one of my favorite people. This gal is known throughout the family as warm, sunny, loving, caring, funny. We all look forward to seeing her. A devoted and generous daughter, wife, and mother, and now a beautifully graced … Continue reading On The Practice of Space and Connection
Funny thing. Many years ago, I went to see a clairaudient at the behest of a friend. I’d been seeing, very casually and infrequently, a guy I’d met in high school (a couple years ahead of me in school). As much as we got along, he had little clue exactly what to do with me … Continue reading The I Ching and Me. 22 October, 2018
❤ If you asked me five years ago, on a regular Saturday morning such as this, anything having to do with dating or coupling (outside of business or creatively contributing to something) or, God forbid, Love and such, I would have quickly changed the subject to you, your life and goings--on; or my daughter or … Continue reading 27 January 2018. It’s You.
Some of you are dancing to stay focused on a single candle flame of thought. Some of you are wrestling with obligation and responsibility, and choosing indecision as the companion who leads. Some of you are up late pretending you're not tired or that, soon, sleep will come and the sofa will be 'just as … Continue reading 24 July, 2014. (Journal)
Such good heat in summer. I have a co-worker, skin over bones she is, who goes out into the mid-day oven wearing a sweater, to warm up from the chill of the AC. She returns flushed and rosy and happy to be warm for a little while. Let's remember this, shall we? When we're complaining … Continue reading When In Winter. (Prosery)
