i spent the entirety of a twenty minute meditation session today worrying that i was breathing wrong. never a dull moment on the road to enlightenment

i long for simple, for the purity of the in-breath. for the clarity that comes with being now here. i long to master this fundamental, to harness gravity, tame it to my bidding from my perch on the breath’s edge. to go without going. to be without being. to do without doing. maybe i’ve made […]

my friends and i found a new place to play pool.  a great dive bar in the neighborhood with one quarter table and a jukebox. my holy place. just like the dirty joint on route 66 where i learned to play from the locals. the local drunks, the local hustlers, the local bums.  this was […]

i want to stop but i can’t quit. i want to be doing but i can’t start. there is an amount of force required to get the ball rolling. enough energy must be applied to overcome the gravity holding it firmly to the earth. there must be a bulwark sturdy enough to bring a halt […]

Things to Stop Doing in 2018 acting on the assumptions i make over-indulging… anything making new plans without executing old ones interrupting over-sharing holding on to crap i don’t need correcting others complaining internalizing others’ judgments looking to others for approval and validation and instruction offering unsolicited advice

winter settles in a prickly blanket of slush is it bedtime yet?

the fractal. a never ending pattern of repeating lines, structures, forms. always moving, growing, building, reaching outward, out and away, circling back again, always finding itself exactly where it is. a simple process, distilled to the essential, repeated and repeated, an epic journey forever just beginning. i walk in a similar fashion. around the labyrinth, […]

try and fail and try and fail and try and fail and try and fail and try

i ditched the evidence right quick. the deed was done way faster than the debate took getting to the decision. i saw it coming. i pretended i could ignore it, or turn my head, close my nose, my eyes, tongue. i could just walk away. i was feeling so smug. i’d done everything right, you […]

some days it happens. i just. can’t. any. longer. the points of connection, the joints can no longer bear the weight and frenzied movement of it all. the baggage, the excess, the rotten and rotting. the expecting to be able to dance en pointe in concrete sneakers. and always trying to dance en pointe in […]