“Want some?” Ming asked. He was eating a poke bowl. I made a weird facial expression. “No thank you,” I said. “For me, that’s worse than starvation food. I would eat lichen before I ate that.” He found this answer amusing. So I asked if I could take his picture. He obliged kindly, kneeling by… Read More »
Hello, I wanted to tell you Christmas cactus has been a theme of this trip. Almost to the point that it’s spooky. On June 20th, at the edge of summer solstice, we left Las Vegas and traveled to the coast, to the place we thought would be our new home in California. Two days later,… Read More »
I woke up in the morning from a schizophrenia dream and wrote this six word poem. schizophrenia dream fresh asparagus closed tightly Then I photographed some asparagus in our colander before I broke off the woody stems and cooked the tender shoots in my wok. Wow, it was delicious. Then I made the schizophrenia dream… Read More »
This is how I think of religion and spirituality. sacred beautiful holy connective passionate restorative healing creative earthy observant alive atuned transformative diy fun Ritual is one of the deepest kinds of fun I know. It’s fun for my whole self, aligning all the aspects of me, and aligning with the cycles of nature also.… Read More »
“Can you do me a favor and grow your ears really big so they turn into wings? And then I can climb on your back, and we could fly around?” I asked Ming. “Sure,” he said. We were lying in bed–I was touching his ear and making it flap like a wing. His ears are… Read More »
I had a birthday dream I was at the ashram I used to go to in Sacramento. But it was different from how it really was. Ming and I were in a big hall. People were arriving from far away, mostly dressed in monk’s attire. And then other people were excited to see them. More… Read More »
laugh reasons I laugh a lot with Ming and other friends. I have a certain friend who makes me laugh more than anyone. She has a big laugh that feels free and kind. She’s a good example. Her generosity makes it easier. But I laugh alone also, quite a bit, at my own daydreams. Remembered… Read More »
Hey, guess what. My peeps who were bombed over in New Mexico–it’s disturbing. It’s not my past, but it affects me a lot. My mom’s mom dying at age 52 of lymphoma was not a chance thing. The government hurt a lot of people, said oops, and fled. Here’s some info about it. https://www.trinitydownwinders.com/ It’s… Read More »
“What’s your plan with this burrito?” I asked Ming. “You mean on high?” he asked. He had the burrito on top of the rice cooker, and it really was somehow towering over the other counter objects. “Yeah, like an angel I’ve heard,” I said, feeling bewildered by how his burrito became suddenly like an angel… Read More »