Day 59 – Guy on a Bus
You can tell by the way his hair bends and curls in the back that it had been in a ponytail earlier today, but now… Read More »Day 59 – Guy on a Bus
Valerie Roney
Day 58 – she lost her focus
So, my first attempt to do sitting meditation since I said it was such a good idea to get back to it on Day 56 didn’t go well. In part because the mosquitos attacking the only exposed skin of my face as I sat outside in the dusk wrapped in a blanket were detracting from my state of equanimity, but moreso that I sat with this song in my head
Day 57 – a note to the reader
It may be of note to the reader, the author’s current intellectual pursuits have been fairly evenly divided between: imaginings on the domestic felicity of… Read More »Day 57 – a note to the reader
Day 56 – something’s missing…. nothing
Jude phoned me at 11am this morning to let me know she was on her way to pick me up for the samba gig in Banff. I was still in bed. I went from sound asleep to sambafied in 34 minutes (though I did have to eat my breakfast in the car).
My life seems to be a lot like that lately, flying from one thing to another.Read More »Day 56 – something’s missing…. nothing
Day 55 – Love of the Living Dead
Meals with Gloria aren’t so much a physical necessity as a social one. Whatever unholy force animates him also fuels him. He doesn’t really need to eat – aside from that constant background buzz, that constant craving for braaaains….Read More »Day 55 – Love of the Living Dead