Born on a Thursday #20 – Sleepy!

I glad I named this “Born on a Thursday” because I’m glad I was born. I like being alive. I like the cool adventures and people I get to experience.

A lot has happened this week – some great (summer here is so perfect), some pretty fucking crappy (family stuff, ugh) – and I am doing the best I can and am feeling good. I am grateful for friends and years of some kind of meditation practice, and working off excess energy by walking and biking outside every day.

road in flagstaffI walked downtown tonight, just as the sun was in its last stages of setting. Happy Solstice!

I wanted to write in public, longhand, for my Thursday post. So I wrote, and when I got home, rather than going into my room and typing what I wrote from my little book, it was more fun and important for me to hang out and talk with my roommate. Now I’m too tired to write out my whole post – but perhaps I will continue tomorrow!

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.