Truth is, I may have a SHOW UP license plate on my car, but I’m just a big talker. I show up for some things, but not others. No matter what comes and goes from my list of Things I Don’t Show Up For, the #1 thing that is always on that list is taking care of my body. I know I am the only person who is letting this slide. Continue reading
Tomorrow, I’ll be flying to Chicago and then on to Barcelona, for 12 days submerged in a Flavors of Spain experience, a custom-designed trip developed by some very fine folks at KJZZ Radio in Phoenix.
From moment to moment, I’m very excited and slightly terrified. Mostly because flying alone makes me crazy and unusually religious. But really because I know this is a life-changing trip. Continue reading
It seems like the big thing these days is to have a “Word of the Year” to focus your life around. Different from a resolution, this is supposed to be a theme, a touchstone, to guide your life as you move through the next year. More clear and concise than a list of impossible resolutions, you’re supposed to tune into your inner needs and be hit upside Continue reading
Tucked away, behind a tall stand of trees, a mortuary, and another restaurant called the Figg Tree, was a rustic bar in Phoenix called the Monastery. I’m not sure when it opened, probably in the late 60s, but I spent a ridiculous amount of time there from the mid-70s through the mid-80s. Whoever was tending bar always wore a monk’s robe while Continue reading
For years now, I’ve spent every New Year’s Day surrounded by legal tablets, calendars, pens, and caffeine…vestiges of that Manifesting 101 class I took, well, a long time ago. We tore things out of magazines to paste on our personal vision poster boards and damn near sang “Kumbaya.” Needless to say, not much came out of that, unless you count using the vision boards for kindling later on in the Spring.
But 2016 was different. On New Year’s Day, I did not make a list (Gary considered calling 9-1-1, but I talked him out of it). Instead, at the advice of an amazing medicine woman from Utah, I wrote down what I wanted to bring into my life this year on a wee piece of paper. In addition to a bunch of gory details that I won’t bore you with, I asked for Clarity. I added a single strand of my hair and some “eagle smoke” material to it, tried to clear my millions of random thoughts, tossed it all into the fireplace, and watched it burn.
Oddly, the little packet took a long time to burn, but my friend said that it sometimes just Continue reading
One day I was 59 and the next day I was 60. It happens like that. Or 16 Celsius, if you prefer. It really doesn’t matter, because “old age” is always technically 15 years older than I am. So, all in all, I feel pretty good about it.
Except that I feel really badly about Alan Rickman, who died on my birthday. RIP, Alan, I will miss you, Truly, Madly, Deeply.
I haven’t had much to say lately, sorry. I always hit a funky spell around the middle of December, made all the worse this year by some stress fractures in my foot since early November. It’s not good for me to attend my annual Funk Fest and not be able to run, Continue reading