Sourceful.

Where are the mountains? You are them and they are you. Where is the sea? One day, you’ll also be. Where are the flames that kissed the leaves? In the ashes of our remains. Where has the wind gone and the cool crisp air? Out of your breath, way up there. Who scattered the stars…

Knock, Knock.

Passion calls us forth into action. Passion evolves. Passion moves. Passion simmers until it boils. Passion strives. Passion pushes. Passion changes. Passion pokes and prods. Passion speaks. Passion walks through its own flames, screaming loud enough to be heard. But, passion also calls us to rest. revive or recoup … long enough to digest.  This…

A Lesson in Mindfulness Before it was Cool.

Not many pix to show from France or London. In fact, I have none left. But I was there. 100%. And I remember it all. It’s mostly because we were 20/year-olds in 2001. Even using the latest in digital cameras, we didn’t take pictures like we do today. I was enrolled in photography courses at…

Blocked.

When it comes to cracking my knuckles and starting my book again, I don’t know if being painfully aware of the fact that people only understand something from their own perspective gives me the absolute expansive freedom to write whatever I please or if it simply makes any attempt to finish a piece that aims…

Hello, Life! Goodbye, Zombie.

Life can’t be all about recovery, even if it is necessary. There has to be a dose of fun, a tincture of madness and a dollup of creative expression in there somewhere! Part of my personal journey to healing is a balance of dedicated recovery work and fun. I think this is what has been…

Too Much Time on Your Hands?

Next time someone says I have too much time on my hands, I’m just gonna say, “yup and thanks for noticing.” It’s how I once built a career by fiddling with a paint program at the age of 11. It’s how I now can finally travel to see friends I’ve made all over the globe…

Cadence, Chapter 9 | Niagara

The hairs rose up in waves across my neck as he leaned over and whispered in his psychotically-tilted voice, as it always seemed to be, “All the most brilliant minds are right here, ya know.” I nodded, pretending to go obliviously about my business that night behind the barista stage, but something inside me wanted…