musings of a psychedelic folk punk renaissance yogini songbird and late-blooming athlete
It was a time when I was alone, not ready to be with anyone. Scorched by the last love affair, nerves still scarred over. It was a Monday night. My friend Leslie texted me, the model for her life drawing class didn’t show up – would I want to model? I said sure, I can be there in 20 minutes. I grabbed a bath robe, drove through the snow, and before I had a chance to think, I was naked in a circle of artists. Next day, I wrote this . . .
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figments revolve, figments fade
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heart of light
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pleasant dreams make it hard to get out of bed
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not sure he was seeing things . . .
Read MoreThis is stunning. Fantastical beauty by Amanda Palmer and her father Jack (and friends). This video is a lush dreamscape. Just watch. I originally saw this video on Pitchfork.
Read MoreI love Eric Burdon and War. Spill the Wine is a classic, great song – and these guys take it up some serious notches when playing live. I thank my friend Patrick for sharing with me – and now I share with you (as I’ve been too busy to write lately). Super Sonic Live Action with […]
Read MoreI was afraid of the ghosts in the house, but I managed to train one of them. I told my parents the house was haunted, and proved it by telling Morris, the ghost I trained, to open and close the door, which he did. My parents told me I should stay even though the place was haunted. I said, “These ghosts are yours, not mine.” I had to leave.
Read MoreI have not had a chance to write Born on a Thursday for two weeks now! Over the winter and early spring, I slowed way down, walking for hours every day through the pines with my canine companion, Stoney. It was exactly what I needed to do. Stoney’s leash was the gossamer thread that kept me from losing my way as I looked hard at my life.
Read MoreI love Chris Hadfield. I wish he was my uncle or father — I think I will adopt him. I can pretend I was brought up with his beautiful, common-sense approach to fear, to life.
Read MoreSolitude was a gift today. I painted! It was strange, because I haven’t been alone to paint in a long while.
Read MoreAlso, remember to be kind to yourself, have courage, and be open to the world.
The only reason that we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes. – Pema Chodron
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