It’s all so fucking gloriously delicious. And every bad decision, every bit of ill-advised cliff diving is better than the last. I want more. Give me more.
Month: December 2017
Forged by fire – 2 kinds of anger, 2 kinds of pain
I woke up yesterday in a crazy fever. Officially queued up to be the most fun-packed weekend of the holiday season, I had to cancel everything while I dove into a painful, soaking wet alternate state for about 8 hours. I don’t remember a lot of it. I remember ungodly pain everywhere. I remember going […]
I like to evaluate life in the fall
…because once in progress, a life requires destruction to make room for new creation. Creativity doesn’t start in the spring, with new growth, fresh and optimistic. It starts in the fall, holding onto only what can survive the winter, letting everything else wither, die, and be cleared away then resting and healing through the cold […]
The Guest House ~ Rumi
This being human is a guest house. Every morning 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 […]
Saudade
Saudade is all about missing. In Portuguese, saudade describes a nostalgic longing for something lost or missing, but it includes a paradoxical happiness for having had that thing one longs for, and a splash of hope that it will be either found or the empty place left by it will otherwise somehow be filled again. […]
Letter to M
December 4, 2017 Beautiful, incredible M, I have owed you an updated letter. And while the original intent was to enrich the continually growing story of the impact you’ve had on my life (which only deepens with each chapter), with this letter I have something different, but equally loving to say. I know you […]