Naked in the rain
I fell asleep to the sound of the rain last night. I couldn’t see the moon…
I fell asleep to the sound of the rain last night. I couldn’t see the moon…
Today the spring birds called me awake.
The best revenge is living well, ill be around to tell the tale and mine won’t be a sad one
It was 1999 (the record not the year). Lynda came to me and Carol‘s room with the album. She’d just Continue reading
When I was in my early twenties, I had the great fortune of coming to know and Love Hetty (McGee) Continue reading
This day, September Eleventh, is one that many take to remember sadness and loss and death and destruction. But there were also, some pretty creative people born on this day too… Mickey Hart, Harry Connick Jr, Moby, Kristy McNichol, Lola Falana, Tommy Shaw, Brian DePalma… It is also the day we lost Peter Tosh… I will never forget the morning I heard the news. I was getting ready for school…
I sat this morning, and listened to a beautiful offering from a dear friend. Every time I hear it– feel it, which I do often these days –it’s like a reminder meditation, I am elevated to a place of non-resistance and peace. I have shared it with friends, and I am not sure even one of them has actually listened. If one person listens, and feels, all the way through, I bet that person feels the energy shifts as they come. It just gets higher and higher. Today, it is my offering.
Sitting on the corner of Adams and canal If I close my eyes it’s a corner I know Sitting on Continue reading