As I sat on the shore of the bay this weekend, in a chair. I thought about the people close to me, in my life, each of them as a child, in my mind’s eye, with my eyes closed. The innocent, perfect, silly creatures they were in the first 5-10 years of life.… Read More Inner Healing Intelligence.
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves Justified it using what Christianity would say Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way That’s why ISIS is a crisis But in reality this country do the same shit Take a life… Read More I pledge allegiance to American Imperialism
I walk into the bar with three friends. The group of young 19 or 20 looking girls turn their heads slightly. I size up each of their mate values. I infer the amount of time they spent in the mirror before arriving. I position myself in close proximity to the attractive girls’ group while… Read More I am the star of my mind movie- 10 pm to 4 am on a Friday night
I reached the point in my Headspace app- meditation this morning, nearing the ten minute mark where it would conclude, when the man with the silk-carpeted English accent said. “Now let your mind do what it wants to do, just relax.” I have noticed that my mind balks when he prompts me to roam freely… Read More Facebook, Yelp, Uber and the “The Cult of Likability”
“Being prepared to receive what thought is not prepared to think is what deserves the name of thinking.” – Jean-Francois Lyotard The last month, after returning home from my Ayahuasca experience Peru, I have spent a considerable amount of effort in reorienting and re-adjusting to the smack-down of stimulation and race-to-the-top-of-the-pile that IS Western culture.… Read More Am I finite? Questions of Death and Eternity
“You say you would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen, in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing oneself to excess, that utmost of self-revelation and surrender… that is why one can never be alone enough when one writes…why even night is not enough.”… Read More Solitude for an introvert: A Love Story
I pay a tax, for my equilibrium or, my peace of mind. I work out in the morning and then, on some days, I write three pages of stream of consciousness journaling -“morning pages”, detailed in the book The Artist’s Way. I write exactly what comes to mind: whining, bitching, anger, shame, angst, that puzzled look a… Read More A Happy Tax: Peace of mind has a price