We did it to ourselves – our own fault
Self-Inflicted Loss. We lost 2024 through our own fault. #Democrats, #Democracy, #DNC2024, #election,#VoteBlueToSaveAmerica The fault is our own. Instead of focusing on messaging on the economy and the suburban and rural reality of life, the Democratic party got stuck on edgecase social issues (which are important) but do not move the middle of the country.…
Food is Fuel is Live!
After years of work I have finally released this book to the world. It is weird exposing one’s self so nakedly to the world. One of the things I learned along they tortuous path of my life is that demons become powerless in the sunlight. Let the Sun shine in! Listen to a conversation about…
The Unseen Maker
I long to sit across from you, in a softly lit inn far enough that I want to be closer, close enough that I can push my knee between yours and briefly catch the irresistible scent of you.I want to watch as you sip a cocktail and get lost in the curves of your lips,…
The Declaration of independence of the United Colonies of North America
In Congress, July 4, 1776 The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the…
That was nice
You were in my dream last night. Surrounded by happy noise, Kids, family, life. A gentle kiss. You said, looking at me skeptically, “That was nice.” Life flowed around us the way things shift in dreams, Seamlessly from place to place, moment to moment. Through it all we, you and I, shared A soft gentle…
Across the Eternal Divide, I See You.
Every time I find myself, I am not there. Every relationship is a first relationship. That sounds glib, like something one would read on the cover of a supermarket tabloid; but there is truth in it. Each journey into a relationship, of any kind, is a time to learn: to learn about one’s self, an…
On Being The Bee. Holding to one’s Truth.
Making choices and the Patterns of our self-deception. We all live in patterns of our own making. Without patterns, every day would be a chaos of newness with no order, where accomplishing the smallest things would become a bold undertaking. We learn these habits of behavior out of necessity, to not only get things accomplished…
I Step Forward: Living and Dying in the Generations.
The Grief is Real I have recently been in the hospital for reasons not important to this post. A total of 12 days faced with my own mortality; nearly my 60th birthday, and in a hospital surrounded by the frailty of the human machine. While interned, I learned of the passing of Jeff Beck. I…
Living in The Under: A Dream of Being
As I slept, I dreamt. I had a dream that I was living on the sidewalk, on a corner on a rainy day. People passed unseeing, not noting our being there. As I looked down the walk I could see a tarp, dozens of feet long covering an encampment where we, huddled together barely touching,…
Uploading Photos is a Pleasure & a Chore.
I spent some time today looking through saved images and organizing them for display. What in my mind was a quick task, became a trip down memory lane. It is not a bad way to spend time. Take a look, here are a portion of the photos.