These are the days I can't take much more.

So, life’s incessant motion, - Like squirrel, flits, forth and back - In stark and obvious contrast - Against your bird of black.

It wasn’t yet hot, but it would be. It would be the hottest day of my life, long, sweltering, and painful---from beginning to end. Because that day was the end. And pain is hot. Regret is unbearable, like a summer day that drives you inside for relief, but with regret, there is no relief. No escape from the heat.

Art is Community and Making Art Makes Change.

Wake up, life remains. Wake up, rain comes to feed the soil and soul.

Bullying reads like hate mail. And Our Children are refusing further delivery. They are rebelling against these crushing and hurtful words. They are returning to sender unread, and with a new message attached.

Royal Southern Brotherhood Concert Review Bukowski mused, there’s nothing like yellow panties in the morning. I don’t know. I don’t wear panties. For me, there’s nothing like a satisfied Muse in the morning. Thanks to the generosity of some behind the scenes folks with The Royal Southern Brotherhood, I woke a few days back completely satisfied, having caught a killer show once again.     These royal gentlemen served up a treat scrumptious enough to satiate the sold out crowd at Knucklehead’s Saloon in Kansas City along a Midwest run. The powerful combination of musicians were kind enough to spread some Southern Love to the masses, fulfilling a common yearning among the show-goers. And amassed they were—among the neon lights—a hungry crowd fully prepared to bite off more than it could chew and willing to take every...

Like an outlaw moon, eventually captured by the mass and magnetism of that which it orbits, Love is drawn to the place where it belongs.

"Strictly speaking, there is no me, because all is emptiness. I am empty, I am non-existent. All is bliss."

meditate on fluidity. envisioning self as water, flowing oneness.

"You know those days when you get the mean reds? The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of...The only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's."

to those unmet, seek. compassion. to those harmed and healed, give.

Asking to be free from breaking. Having forgotten the song holds ~ tender the heart. Asking for fewer hardships, Having forgotten the song sings ~ harmonies of strength.

Just as I find flowers blooming next to the weeds in my garden, I find that even the thistles on my path are topped with beautiful lavender blooms.

Love never dies. I am beautiful because I know this.

We loose ourselves in order to see how it is without. Within.

Express your gratitude for the earth's endless harvest with the sweet sweet goodness that you just baked!

So, I am certain. Certain that breaking open is not that bad.

Love when you are lost. And you will be found.

As do I.

And when the open heart calls. Answer.

To take a lover in the Fall - When the sunlight slants golden - Is ideal.