It’s rare that I can’t sleep.
A bird chirped briefly about 10 minutes ago and then seemingly went back to sleep. The crickets have been silenced and I hear a few early bird cars headed into town, speeding through the canyon.
Today (tonight) I am obsessed with gentleness and compassion.
But I have felt a dramatic shift recently, away from a need to love/fix or care about the same things/people. [click to continue…]
My friend Mel sent me this comment after reading my last blog post.
LOVING the thoughts, reflections and contemplations within your recent blog post.
umm, umm, umm.
your contemplations have hit me so wonderfully. hitting me in a way that bring me back to my dreamtime last night. [click to continue…]
I am an artist, and yet I hit walls of sadness that make it difficult for me to even do the thing I proclaim therapeutic for me….writing.
Raine is outside playing basketball with our son who has been begging to play for an hour, continually hearing the tortured “I just need another minute” dad response. (Raine really was trying!!!)
Lucca and Sal are at a play date and the NBA finals series is blaring pre game madness, and I am about to pick up food for our little bball game family party.
Its a pretty day in Los Angeles, and I feel so very vulnerable to my humanness.
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