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April 5, 2015

Meet Your Tribe

You Belong   You’ve been wandering a long time. And in truth, you love to wander. But you crave home. You yearn for a sense of home inside yourself, no matter where you roam. You hunger for a home that knows you are worth loving, unconditionally. You sense that somewhere, there is a place full of kindred spirits… who will call you home, light the path, re-member you back to yourself when you’ve fallen or failed or forgotten your way,   And secretly you hope they are the kind of people who can say “fuck” and “spirit” and “love” and […]
May 15, 2010

A common post – without Thumbnail

First: What is a Fast-Fish? Alive or dead a fish is technically fast, when it is connected with an occupied ship or boat, by any medium at all controllable by the occupant or occupants,—a mast, an oar, a nine-inch cable, a telegraph wire, or a strand of cobweb, it is all the same. Likewise a fish is technically fast when it bears a waif, or any other recognised symbol of possession; so long as the party waifing it plainly evince their ability at any time to take it alongside, as well as their intention so to do.
October 7, 2010

Go to the Door Laughing

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome, and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows Who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture. Still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice Go to the door laughing And invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes For each has been sent As a guide from beyond. ~Rumi Saturday morning I was not […]
November 25, 2010

Fortunate

I. I can’t get his words from my mind. Not all of us are blessed with a Tink. You are a fortunate soul, Angi Sullins. Fortunate. Yet I sting. I sting with the memory of her body in my arms. Pierced by a rattle snake seized by a heart attack, her back arched in a sudden and violent spasm, her bladder voiding on my red tshirt in the final moments of release, the inevitable collapse against my chest as her spirit flew away. She left me in the purple of twilight in the silence of the first stars. No warning […]
July 14, 2011

The Other Side of the Wishing Coin

As I’m packing up my studio and readying Duirwaigh Studios for a new adventure, I catch myself repeating “I am an awesome receiver.” Not a doer. Not an achiever. I open up my palms and breathe deep to remind myself that opening up and letting go are key to living my dreams. Funny how we are so geared toward accomplishment in this culture. We see something, we want it. It’s natural. We dream. We plot. We plan. But so many times we forget that it’s the receiving muscle that allows our dreams to find us. It’s the other side of […]