Three Syllables…..
The interior of my little hermit’s hut on wheels… French toast and a small jug of piping hot coffee. A …
The interior of my little hermit’s hut on wheels… French toast and a small jug of piping hot coffee. A …
Haven’t written in quite some time. Thought about it, and my next video too. But there is upheaval in my …
Whether or not I’ve made it clear–whether I CAN make it clear–at the very core, the hub, the omphalos of …
“To get beneath the facts I would have had to be an artist, and one doesn’t become an artist overnight. …
It’s a special night. A very special night. You’re sitting next to your wife of eight years and she is …
“All participate in the ceremonial according to rank and function. The whole society becomes visible to itself as an imperishable …
I have a fascination with these old abandoned farm houses. Months ago I wrote a post, focusing mainly on …
For some time now the idea of writing a blog post on Love has been simmering in the old bean. …
“Daddy, I’m puking!” Ah, the sweet open innocence of youth! But is this a harbinger of things to come? For …
“It’s as if every molecule–every fibre–in my body is in the process of reorienting itself to you.” –early email to …