Author: Will Hearn

I'm not into the tenuous concepts of astrology or (too much) mysticism. But it's a new moon today. In all our chaos and concern, the world seems to have forgotten, or at least completely de-prioritized, the spring equinox. That's right. The first day of spring...

A most notable example of rebels and brits colliding: You can order this print from the original photographer here: https://michaelputland.com/lynard-skynyrd-1976/ https://dai.ly/x5x3vis The action starts about 6:30 There was once a music festival at the Knebworth house in England. It was 1976, and The Rolling Stones were coming off a...

Come on, let's be fun, let's be interesting and interested. Let's be together with no one else, despite knowing we have the world at our fingertips, despite knowing there are events happening without us. In fact, let’s rejoice at our not being there, at our...

...forgot to publish this back in May '18 when I wrote it... I just got home from a long weekend at a music festival. It was the first festival I've been to where I was acutely aware of the number of young people, those fresh faces...

Last night, I laid in Savasana trying to recite the mantra I've heard from some yogi or another: I am nothing. I am everything. But, as I lay there in my puddle of sweat, listening to the chillout-dubstep meant for not-listening, it occurred to me: I am not nothing, and neither...

The carpet seems clean enough and plaster isn't falling. I can even see a little sunlight falling in sheets on the bed sheets. I have socks without holes, a pen that needs no refill. But there's something missing from what it's hard to say.   The water tastes chalky today. It's wet and comes from...

Awareness changes thoughts and feelings. It makes fearful thoughts, like "what if" or "this must mean that", matter so much less, somehow. Witnessing them steals their power. Or, perhaps, like ghosts, fearful thoughts are released by awareness and given wings to fly and join the...

I can hear the gulf from my porch though I can't see it without driving. Birds are signaling their happiness despite the promised storm of today. Pink flowers on the wrists of glossy green branches, like gloves on the ends of mangroves, waving quietly from behind the recycling waiting for the promised...