Munky MindI wish I could say that when I sat down to write, that I was inspired to write. But technically I’m not really inspired. It seems like a contradiction to say that, while also feeling the “need” to write about not feeling inspired. Is a lack of inspiration itself an inspiration when you go ahead…
A writer cannot be a writer without reading. Since COVID-19 stumbled madly into our civilization, a deranged monkey throwing bananas (yes, I know they don’t actually go nuts about ‘nanas, but they’re cuter to imagine throwing fruit than leaves and bugs, yes?) everywhere they went, I haven’t written very much. As a result, I haven’t…
I was sitting in meditation the other more and my monkey mind was jumping all around the place. That’s alright. Acceptance. I’m at peace with my monkey mind. In the middle of random thoughts that were popping up and promptly acknowledged and shown the exit, the sun caught my attention. It was just beyond the…
I don’t know whether I thought enlightenment was outside the box, or it was boxed up, inaccessible unless you really worked hard to empty your mind. But emptiness is both inside and out, The box is also you, has always been you, always will be you. You see, I sat down and discovered I was…
I never liked the word pet to describe an animal adopted into one’s home. I guess if all the animal is there for is to guard the house or perhaps entertain the kids, perhaps then it’s a pet. But we don’t adopt pets. We adopt animals, dogs usually, to become part of our family. I…
Here’s a drawing I started this morning. It’s the first I’ve done in a while. I judge myself constantly, as an artist, as a writer, as a human being. It is this judging that holds me back from creative practice. This elephant on the page is a recurring theme in my life. It is the…
“What’s it like, being Deaf?” he asked. “Well, for me, it depends on who I am with at the moment. If I’m alone, then I am content with being Deaf. If I’m with people who can communicate with me, that’s good too. It’s not an issue. But when I’m with someone who can’t communicate with…
Back when I was a young spring chicken, my Grandfather convinced me to go on a bicycle trip with him, a 1700-mile loop around the inside of California. I was hesitant because frankly it seemed intimidating, but he had his ways of being persuasive. It’s been roughly 25 years since then, and a few years…
I mentioned recently that I’d started geocaching lately, which has turned out to be an actual blessing. Not only do I now have an added activity to do outside where it’s more safe from COVID-19, which provides an opportunity to get a little light exercise, I’ve found that being out geocaching has given me a…
