This week, I’ve been working on a piece of self-paced e-learning for parents of children with special needs with my good friend Aimee Mann of Aimee Mann Mentoring. The e-course is called Getting Your Voice…
Date Archives 2018
Dopamine tastes good
“I wish the real world would stop hassling me.” – Matchbox Twenty Ok, here’s goes the start of my 30-day blogging challenge. Why? For no reason other than wanting to start daily blogging again. I miss…
as the wheel turns
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve destroyed this site in order to rebuild it. Reminds of the Good Place season 2, when has to keep resetting his personal block of Hell trying to…
Mom’s Amusement
imagine the slow-released madness placed under the tongue my friend and I have a bet that his face is too tight under his skin, a pale ghost milked by his masters to prolong life in…
broken sun
a drop of blood in the stars divides the blue against the broken sun, the fiery light passes from hand to hand, gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven
001: Embrace the emerging myth. “The Craft of the Warrior,” by Robert L. Spencer
Beginning to explore the metaphor of the warrior and the underlying code of living it represents.
in the fields gathering thoughts
Sharing thoughts on why i take these evening walks.
Full and Empty
I’m completely exhausted this evening after a day of really cranking out the yang. #audio365
Slow your roll or you’ll miss the good stuff
Had a moment of clarity this morning as I was prepping for the day ahead.
simple pleasures
What’s the last food item you randomly craved and had to make a special trip to go get? #audio365
some beach scratchings
This past weekend, we packed up the Outlander and headed northeast to King’s Lynn for a little camping excursion. The first one of the season. I know it’s late, but heck with the earlier weather…
shaking his shake like
I finally finished Jack Kerouac’s Book of Sketches. The story goes that in 1951, Jack’s friend Ed White encouraged him to do like painters do and make sketches in the street but with words instead…
god be sitting on a fence
god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the…
night’s leaves
on a pristine october afternoon i applied for a job begging at the ports all for the sake of feeling my way against the ghost of your truth my lies limed and loaded flowed easy…