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Hearts All-Aflutter
Did I just stumble upon my cowboi? Perhaps!
Meanwhile, on another front, I rented from Redbox, a documentary about dog rescue and special training for shelter dogs. I LOVE this stuff. I was crying too hard from feeling so moved and inspired to catch most of the audio the first time! -
Stream of Conscientiousness
Wow. Read through the last nine years' worth of entries. Which is really only like, eighty posts. I am in withdrawal from having suspended my Facebook account, since I only seem to peruse in destructive, self-deprecating kinds of ways. I'm tired of myself, and that's irrelevant, since my own sense of curiosity will always be provoked to delve ( Read more... ) -
Ouch
I was feeling really tired of myself. I asked for help from She Who Designed Me, and she changed my perception of reality yet again, including other beings, and myself ( Read more... ) -
Letter to L.
Yes, of course. I am honored to share my experience and hope with you. You can call me at the office or my cell phone any time.
First of all, it’s natural for you to feel overwhelmed and stressed out sometimes, given everything that’s on your plate right now. Give yourself a break, take your foot off your own throat, and ease up. Appreciate L. ( Read more... ) -
Moving On by Staying Where I Am
One of my fellow thirty-something lady friends suggests that I not get caught up in what we like to call The Baby Race. And my former partner suggested that I might try to find someone who's ready for a family NOW, as opposed to her. I let go in my own way. Usually by obsessing until I'm exhausted, obsessing some more, and then finally moving on ( Read more... ) -
Bay Bees
There are more babes being born to former party-mates. San Francisco must be an especially fertile place. Well, maybe not for everyone, but still. I get to see the mass-emailed picture postings. I get to read blogs about what it's like to have a new person around, putting everyone into a sleep-deprived haze of awe and humility. And I have to ( Read more... ) -
Scratch My Back...
Please post a comment with an entirely fictional and made-up memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - as long as it is fake. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised about what people don't actually remember about you. -
Opportunity Knocks (Me Down)
Ironically, the Voice of Reason Woman (from recent scandal that's work-related) was saving it all up just to chew my ass off when she finally got me on the phone. It was challenging to listen to her screaming on the phone. I don't have to take that from anyone, not even a patron, not even a fan, not anyone. She was full of personal insults, and ( Read more... ) -
A Hundred Hands, A Thousand Eyes, and Those Wet Lips
The Zen koans I read about in this month's issue of Shambhala Sun magazine have provided vivid imagery for my dreams. Here's what I wrote upon awakening from a night of deep sleep after processing all evening about attention, fame/notoriety, wealth, fundraising, public ridicule, and the delusion of all human perception of reality ( Read more... ) -
Vision
I've reviewed the journal I worked so hard to make just right. Wow, what an obsessive-compulsive alcoholic-addict I am! But, you know, in a good way. In a self-knowing, recovering, flowering, coming-into-alignment kind of way. In a consciousness-growing, serving-others-before-myself, keeping-my-side-of-the-street-clean kind of way. Right ( Read more... )