I found a quote this morning by Nelson Mandela. It read, “May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” I wandered around the house after that, a little shocked, a little stupefied, and a little relieved that I’d found the quote. I touched plants and...
We danced together, though not with one another. Bobby was mellow and the band followed his lead. We all did. It tends to happen when you’ve spent more time playing guitar and singing on stage than anyone else alive. More people than can be counted...
Why do we dream? Maybe we need to, the way we have to evacuate our bowels or polish off that last bite of steak even though we're full. It's not (often) a choice, to dream. It just happens. We participate, about as much as we participate...
Some moments of my life are effortless and rewarding, the way it is for a surfer who catches a wave or when a musician is really tight in the pocket. Others seem to be pulled slowly and painfully from me, like unwrapping barbed wire from...
What is hope? Driving home this morning from an underwhelming appointment with a potential publisher, I found myself asking this question. This drive was the absolute opposite of the one I'd made only an hour earlier. Before, I'd been giddy with excitement. The email had plainly...
Why do we assume everyone else is impenetrable and that we are the only vulnerable ones? How is it that our outside perception of the world around us is a misnomer, and that we actually only perceive that which is within us? It's so easy to...
Hello friends, If you're reading this, it means one of two things: you follow this warehouse of thoughts and feelings because you find some sort of value in it, or this is your first time browsing my website in which case you've been led here by...
In any relationship, there are two forms of experience. To know them, we'll use the example of eye-gazing. This is where two people look into each others eyes for an extended amount of time without breaking the gaze. It can be between two strangers, two lovers, two...
I was only a writer for so long without knowing why and how it would make me happy but expressing myself was relief I had something to say and I didn't know if anyone wanted to hear it or if it could help but I knew I felt better when I did And...
Why are we attracted to people? Romantically? Platonic attraction? We sense something that we really like. We want that quality and want to be around that person because of it. Yet, relationships frequently fail. Do we ever actually obtain the qualities that we desire in others? It depends...