- Born in:on Blue In the last week or so, I have said to more than one person that my return to poetry makes me feel born again. I do not know how not to use religious language for this experience, but I do think that spirituality and language have the same geneologies. I’m talking goodnight ma- goodnight pa-goodnight […]
- Raw Log Day 001: Foggy Brain / Open Heart Here is what I’ve learned from Day 001 of raw food goodness. 1. It is entirely more fun to do these things with friends…far, far better, in fact. 2. My brain feels a tad foggy, but my heart is wide open. 3. I decided to camp out in these words this month – you […]
- There, and Back Again Travel always welcomes a reset for me. The new environs gives me a new headspace. It’s normally the seemingly mundane trips away from home where I find myself reorganizing the content with my mental / spiritual / technological borders. I’ve just returned from nearly a week in Indianapolis, and this trip was no different. I’m […]
- Sometimes Writing is a Bridge Sometimes writing is a bridge to nowhere – it’s an end unto itself. It’s just pleasure for pleasure’s sake. Other times, writing is catharsis. I’ve started back with those “morning pages” — in which you write 3 full pages, by hand, and then stuff those pages into an envelope to rest. The hope is that […]
- I Often Reschedule Dates, and that is Just Fine Sometimes it is necessary to reschedule a date in order to go on a different kind. The kind where you drive across 1st street bridge alone, and you are enamored by the small-but-potent skyline. You will park in a fifteen minute zone in Downtown Los Angeles, furiously trying to read if at 8 o’clock the […]
- I Miss You Holga; Also, Let’s Go to Cuba One signal that I am feeling fully myself is that I’m writing. And blogging. And carrying the Holga with me. It’s slightly criminal that I recently found some exposed AGFA Scala from 2 years ago that I still haven’t developed. Somebody call the Holga police. This is so wrong. [Holga en cuba image […]
- I Want to Run Fast Once upon a time, I hated running. I thought people who said they enjoyed running were slightly deranged and masochistic. At one point in my twenties, I started to approach running as more of a coping mechanism. Ahh, the early twenties, when everything felt impossible and wonderful and horrible, simultaneously. (I think Taylor Swift calls […]
- The World Does Not Need Another Blog The world does not need another blog. Or, perhaps, this is not about the world, and all of its subterranean effervescence and grand summaries. Very recently, a dear friend challenged me that she should not be a blogger, because she has nothing terribly important to say. (I have heard this before, from many of you. […]
- Holga, I Did Not Take; In Between the Hot Springs and the Ocean There is a spot in the provence of Palawan (Philippines) where the hot springs meet the ocean. I have never been to the Philippines, but this print felt familiar to me. I think I am on the cusp of something in my work. I am an entrepreneur. I wear many hats. I love my job […]
- Hope’s Daughters I believe in a Hope that is an active Mother. “Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.” – Augustine of Hippo [ Holga, I did not take. By Schoeband ]
- 3/ I Remember the Ocean in Estoril Copyright 2009 JesusBranded I remember the year(s) in Portugal when my heart was cracked and dry. I needed to run near the ocean every day in order to clear my head to hear God. And over and over the waters whispered that times of refreshing would come to me. And I believed them because […]
- From a Porch on Whidbey I like Whidbey Island. The crickets are loud. The greens are deep greens. And peacocks sometimes fly onto our roof before dinner and we laugh at them for long moments as if they were our Island cable television. I have only been here about 24 hours and I have probably consumed 10 cups of chai […]