Sohbet – Gift
I generally try and post original poems, but this one by Czeslaw Milosz really got to me, and seems to fit in with the themes… Read More »Sohbet – Gift
I generally try and post original poems, but this one by Czeslaw Milosz really got to me, and seems to fit in with the themes… Read More »Sohbet – Gift
Three things have been central in my brain this week:
First, reading James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces. A book about addiction and recovery and so far mostly him ranting about how much he doesn’t like The Twelve Steps. I figure anything that gets you thinking about being in the moment (taking one day at a time) and recognizing maybe you aren’t in control of everything can’t be half bad. Secondly, conversation around the article I posted last week about perception and saying thank you for everything that comes your way (not just the stuff you think you want). Thirdly, the fact I’m having a really shitty week, so that whole saying thank you crap is a bit of a challenge.
Recognizing my “addiction” is arguing with reality, in the spirit of rehab, here’s my “Just for Today” affirmation:Read More »Don’t Let Reality Ruin Your Day
It’s all about perception.
Case One: Walking down by the river with my nephew, goose poop everywhere. I think, “What a frickin mess! You can hardly walk through this shit.” – literally. My nephew shouts: “It’s a maze!” and starts weaving along the path doing a goose-poop slalom. It’s all in how you see it.
Case Two: I’ve been: a) hanging out with highly trained professionals chatting about things like the law of diminishing returns and thermodynamics and b) trying to build a writing career in a world of literaries, journalists, and media gurus. I think perhaps I am a total clueless rookie idiot completely faking it in a world I feel grossly unqualified to be in. The secret truth… Read More »Gratitude Through Gritted Teeth
I must feel a high degree of affinity for those folks at 48 Hour Magazine ’cause they got me excited about doing things I usually hate:Read More »Love Hustlers
Sitting at the supper table with my brother Laughing ’til we can’t breathe Thirty years Thousands of miles Some things never change