Sunday, March 23, 2025

Mundane is luxury.

Your attention is delightfully delicate now. Yes, delicate. Take your experiences with a small spoon. This is living. Be in your body. Be in your being. Be in your world. Explore, as Jon Batiste said "the muse in the mundane". Because mundane is luxury, really. Mundane is daily work, obligation, and dedication. Mundane is alive and perhaps too well and healthy. Mundane is luxury. It is walls and roof and floor. It is water in the spout and shower. It is a warm coat and dry boots. It is a walk in the woods. It is a journal full of scribbled sadness and bold-pressed joy! It is a sleeping, sighing dog. It is a pencil. It is clean paper. It is a stove to warm the room and a stove to warm the stew. Mundane is luxury. It is a thriving sort of surviving. Mundane is luxury. Believe me. You don't want the complexity of tragedy. The muse is in the gratitude for the mundane, for the experience of living on Earth during a time of walls and roofs and stoves and boots and notebooks and coats and water spouts. The mundane is hidden within a camouflage costume - a cloak of boredom. Discard it. Go find the stars. Walk in the cold rain and dry by the fire. Sing grace to the clean water and the stew and the bread.  The muse in the mundane may be gratitude. 

Letters from LOVE! (January 2025)

Elizabeth Gilbert has a superb Substack entitled, Letters From Love. It has inspired me to journal to myself rather than simply from myself. I rarely now journal to record. That always felt like a tedious school assignment. Now I journal to release the wisdom from within. I write questions to the universe and see what returns. I will start to share them here. 


Dear LOVE, what would you have me know about becoming an elder? 

Oh Love Child! 

You are on your way now - every day older and wiser. You are at the beginning of a revolutionary time. A time of self-actualization, a time of determination, evolution, and deep and exciting authenticity! The strings of attachments to the thoughts of others are snapping - one by one - setting you free to fly and float. You know your truth better than you ever have. And now as you enter middle age you are more equipped, more confident to listen and speak from that deep place within, that well of wisdom and truth. Courage is needed now more than ever. It is much more important than pleasing others, remaining neutral, and attempting to avoid conflict or even, simply, disagreement. Better to be true. Better to be the free bird flying and seeking grubs and seeds, and building nests and swimming and surviving the beautiful wild. Better that than to waste away in a cage - living inside, hidden, heavy with fear. So speak! Sing! Fly! You want to feel well and healthy. You have some disappointments over wrinkles and old scars. Let them remind you of a lesson in the interconnected nature of your flesh and energy. You were afraid and angry about pimples and you, therefore, manifested them. Lesson (eventually) learned. And the wrinkles - eh. Those are from 41 years of smiles and frowns, of communication. The lines live like book pages folded "remember here!" and "remember here!" they say. This body evolves just as your soul evolves. It remembers, it learns, and it prepares for what is (possibly) to come. 

Love this life. Love every part of it...as if you chose it! 

love, 
LOVE 

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Liberation (A Note to Self)

It is simple. 

Be liberated of the mind's expectations. Mend the sacred road to the heart and listen. 

What does it call you to do? 

It wants your deep attention. 

So attend. 

It is simple. 

Tend to yourself. This is how you allow others to attend and tend to themselves. When everyone is tending to themselves first, the collective evolves into a greater version of itself. So do your part. Do your tending. Tend to your creativity. Tend to your quiet walking. Tend to your relationships. Stop waiting for your children to be grown. You'll be in your 50s by then. Tend now. You are vibrant. Embrace it. Love yourself. Love your life. Love the world! And be you. You can only be you and so be the best you. 

Tend and attend and you will find your liberation. 

Saturday, January 25, 2025

Hope


Hope is a nest and wings. Hope is made of hollow bones, feathers, grass, song, and string. When fed, she is superb and strong. So go on, hold her in your long hands, and feed her from your tender beak. Bring her grubs, bread, and seeds.  Don't let her go hungry. Let her feast and feast. In a while, she will unfurl and fill the sky with courageous, creative, and colorful love. She will pull others from their dirt beds of despair. She will lead a flock. So throw her high - far past form and sound. There, she will become like light and air - expansive, open, and everywhere.  

And then you too will be free. 

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Love is



Love is at the center of it all. 

It is the womb, the birthplace, the home, 
of everything. 

It is Divine, heavenly. 
It is common and ordinary. 
It is unique and authentic. 
It is the purest wisdom. 

Love.

First and foremost in every moment, love. 
Before the bully clock pushes you over, love. 
Before worry tightens you, love. 
Before anger hollers over you, love. 

Love, love, love... 

When you can move through the narrow passage of love, 
you will find yourself living in a wide, wild, open meadow of light and peace. 

Meet me there. 

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

The Darkest Eggs


Infinite light - it hums within all things. Even the darkest eggs eventually crack, spilling white and yellow. So when you meet or confront darkness, have a pan, some butter, and salt ready. For it's a nourishing meal when it breaks, spilling and revealing its true purpose - to feed and nurture, to help you grow. 

Monday, December 30, 2024

Fear (Note to Self)

You are still so afraid of conflict, of disagreement - even mild ones. You want a lot - freedom, liberation, knowledge, and experience. You want adventure and courage and nature and art. And yet you feel tethered by obligation and expectation. You feel a little stuck and afraid that you will one day look up and realize you're old, bored, and sad. Oh no. So grab your authentic voice, and ask it to holler (not whisper) its desires. And then make stuff happen! Don't let fear rule the day ... or the life! 

Mundane is luxury.

Your attention is delightfully delicate now. Yes, delicate. Take your experiences with a small spoon. This is living. Be in your body. Be in...