A visitor

The night is cool (for Texas) and breezy. The sky is covered in gauzy veils of cloud; thick paintbrush strokes that obscure everything except for the moon, who looks rather fuzzy. I drag my quilt into the crunchy, leaf-covered grass of my backyard, spread it out, and lay down. The earth is still warm from… Continue reading A visitor

Channeling Ram Dass on my lunch break

some things people have told me about anger: it's not all bad. anger is the backside of love. there is nothing wrong with it unless you are defeated by it. it is a sword that can be used for justice. some things people have asked me about my anger: how can you create value from… Continue reading Channeling Ram Dass on my lunch break