Looking pensive in this self-portrait done a few days before Congress’ vote to accept the Electoral College count on January 6, 2021. Yes, I was concerned there might be protests turning violent but the level of insurrection from the riotous mob shocked me.
I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. – Steve Jobs
So the shortest day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen, They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, revelling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us — listen! All the long echoes sing the same delight This shortest day As promise wakens in the sleeping land. They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, and hope for peace. And so do we, here, now, This year, and every year. Welcome Yule!
We are all travelers. We see what is true and we push past what we know to be false. The question is: Where do we go? What place is true and good and real? Where is the place that will speak to us in a voice that is familiar and kind? Where is true found… and false forgotten? Where?
(an advertisement for New Mexico… Adventure that feeds the soul begins here. NewMexico.org)
Sometimes a page has no unified concept. Here I’ve got New Hampshire’s COVID-19 numbers for early November and my thoughts about Tropical Storm Eta, all atop an ink and wash painting of my sweet cat, Nutmeg.
Yup, it’s just a mash-up of disparate concepts. … Sorta’ like my life.
live with intention. work to the edge. listen hard. practice wellness. play with abandon. laugh. choose with no regret. continue to learn. appreciate your friends. do what you love. live as if this is all there is.