Starting Again…
Starting again … PUMPED !
Debt Power…not the good kind and going underground
The Power of debt cannot be underestimated as it shifts all attention away from expansion and growth. The night sky is less reflected upon as the night light at 4:00am illuminates bank and credit card statements. It is not about … Continued
First Kiss – Conversation with the Future
I am reading Richard Bach’s, Running From Safety again. The premise is a conversation between a grown-up Richard, and his 9-year old self that after his brother’s death, he “locked away” emotionally in a basement. The book is the journey … Continued
Mysteries of Yes
Ahhh….MYSTERY. The relationship with mystery is so intoxicating and conjures up all realms of darkness and shadow, light and a sun’s brilliance. It can be found in both extremes and all the in-betweens. It is the imagination and the unimagined. … Continued
Blood In The Waters
What do we do when there is blood in the Waters of Yes? When blood is spilled, what happens when it is carried by the flow of water? It spreads. Dissipates. Incorporates. Curls out and around everything, everywhere, and the … Continued
Paris and the Waters of Yes
My heart is heavy, as I a suspect, for many others, with sadness over the recent events in Paris, France. Talking about it for hours, exploring the perimeters and heart of light and dark, fear and trust, violence and compassion, … Continued
Standing in the Waters of YES
In the middle of the river what the seasoned kayaker or boater knows is if you fall out of your craft, you don’t stand in the water. You flow with it. Feet up, head up. In the river, flowing. The … Continued
Peter Cottontail and the Waters of Yes
I saw a bunny earlier this morning. It was an illustration actually, for an album cover, Fila Brazillia. It reminded me of the illustration for a book I loved to read as a child, an English story that had Peter … Continued
Flow Patterns, the Earth and the Length of Our Fuse
There is something so soothing about sleeping on the earth at night. Or napping on it, breathing through the summer grasses. It is solid and meets my body, leaving an impression on my cheek and chest. Water is like that, … Continued