Four years ago today I was recovering from a three-week solo van trek through the Southern California mountains during CoVid in wild fire season. I had intended to edit footage of that trip into a video series close upon my return and would have done so but for an MS flare-up, caused by a nervous […]
You don’t get Life without some kind of stink as a byproduct. Might as well fertilize a rose garden. Or, in keeping with environmental responsibilities, a mini-forest of drought tolerant trees.
Singing Over the Bones 2023 Read More »
If you are to shine like the Sun, you must first learn to be wholly yourself in the dark.
Accept, Release, Renew 2023 Read More »
I run blindly, away from The Dark into a thousand points of inky black light, each one a needle splintering my soul. It is too much. All I feel is pain. Mine. Yours Theirs. Ours.
Hope had become the enemy that would see me dead, and expectations evaporated with the loss of both past and future. I was left with nothing but the present moment to cling to.
The Gift of Tragic Loss 2023 Read More »
When Wild Woman sings over your bones in this way, you have no choice but to howl for she will destroy whatever she must to free your soul from the shackles you crafted from your dreams.
The Return of Wild Woman 2023 Read More »
Part 1: Things Fall Apart
Part 2: Thirty Days of Molly
Part 3: Phoenix Rising
Part 4: Daily Offerings to my future self
Six Strings to the Wind 2020-2023 Read More »
Imagine, for a moment, you have survived a difficult childhood. Details aren’t necessary, but let’s just say, when you took the ACEs test you scored an eight. Out of ten. Although your face and personality appear designed for the musical theatre stage, anxiety, depression, and a lifetime of habitual fawning to covert narcissists has resulted in an awkward,
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As musicians in a band use time to synchronize the individual projections of sound, time allows us to synchronize our individual projections of reality. Time is a construct, a fluid multi-dimension, an ocean where the seas of past, present, and future mingle and converge. All we have to do is learn to swim.
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