This summer, me and the Woodstock Festival turn fifty. And as the world rubbernecks between looking back and looking forward, the next generation of badasses are calling us to look ahead. Sure… peek backwards to collect some of the lessons we’ve been asked to learn, and perhaps one day we will learn them. Or maybe not… But if we don’t look ahead and protect their futures… we will miss the opportunity again.
How have we come to this? I can’t fully answer that, because I didn’t need network teevee blaring through my Continue reading
May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering… May we clear the clutter of accumulated debris Continue reading
I was born as the sun cleared the crest of the horizon… The morning dew kissing the ground as it Continue reading
You can tell which houses the families still live in… the others are growing in number…
Standing cold, temperature set around 50°, water drained from copper veins, Some heavy with the lead that remains…
The two leggeds called to the Ancestors tonite… Those who prayed we’d come awake.
Songs from within the womb gave way to the crescent moon—dancing with the light of Venus
I don’t belong in Babylon if I can’t beat the rhythm of my own drum. For if I choose the settlers way that’s who I become…
We weren’t planning to uproot our nest just yet, but spirit has the way of directing flow in ways we don’t always want to accept in the moment or methods presented.