Deeper into the woods further away from collectivism…it feels like home. Plunge into the untold. Enough of this separation of ourselves, enough lumbering across this plane dissociated and troubled. Everything is crumbling anyways, what’s stopping you from the immersion? Start … Continue reading
back here if you choose to step forward into the universal cosmic consciousness with me. If you prefer to take the bait that the unwell want you to take then be gone, go find God or whatever it takes for … Continue reading
Moves offer an opportunity for a fresh start and who can deny a fresh start, a cleansing of the soul to empower you for your new adventure? Apparently, my life requires frequent fresh starts. However, to reduce my carbon footprint, … Continue reading
What I still can’t grasp is how we as sentient beings with the highest consciousness among the animal kingdom are the only species that can think that some entity has the power to restrict our movement, direct how we breathe … Continue reading
It’s the start of the day, still a few more hours until noon meandering along a whole lot of red tide carnage with scratchy throats and sporadic coughing and somehow there aren’t many other patches of earth I’d rather be. … Continue reading
What’s an esplanade without an impermeable canopy of densely verdant heart-shaped leaves intermixed with cupped-shaped flowers? Now if you’re checked out and on autopilot you may miss what’s in plain sight above your brow. But if fully awake, present and driving … Continue reading
Someone hit the jackpot today. Kumquat kombucha and a dreamland of snow that didn’t melt away. It’s the first she has seen that’s more than a dusting and lived to tell the next day. A pristine, crisp new landscape to … Continue reading
when rain falls hard on empty streets but it’s satisfactory because the florists are all closed and there are no more parties to go. In times like these, baby bear is thrown into relief by choosing the same terry cloth … Continue reading
what could have been. What could have a mustached twenty-one-year-old with an easy twinkle in his eyes, gone on to be. Lately my thoughts have plunged deep into my childhood memories. These kinds of recent ruminations with vivid recollections of … Continue reading
Around this time of year by way of its crisp and frosty air, carrying with it hints of citrusy aromatic Douglas fir and the woodsy vapors of rosemary on melting fat of a leg of lamb, I don’t feel like … Continue reading
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