And when the margaritas hit, he performed a one handed push up show, the dog racing around him in delight. We both wove ourselves into the hanging lights, and revelled in each other and the warm, skylit evening.Read More Gleaning
And to those with their nose in their wallets, I raise my cup high. That kind of discontent is not to be held, nor will it be caught by me. The only blessing to which I assign value is this peace, this beautiful peace that tells me that nothing was lost. All is, as it should be.Read More Show me the money
Now, judgement and want are curiously similar. I have something in my hand – something received – and I might witness how it changes me. I remain, both filter and vision.Read More Grace
And its the hearing that has allowed judgement to be revolutionary. It’s only ok, because it was not ok. I watched the jury box fill up, as I was thinking about joy.Read More Judge, Jury and Joy
I want it all and hold what moves of its own accord as my hand finds the balance of play.Read More Tips
Do you move in a new way that allows for pause and pace so that when you look back you will smile with tears in your eyes at your own strength and bravery, in what you have released . . . in what you have handed to others . . . and what has come back to you, changed by its path?Read More Do you? Are you?
I’m pretty sure he wasn’t naked. More likely wandering my house in his underwear, hammer and clawing his favourite instrument just as the mood struck. It was quite something to have that banjo around, and the wave of a man that came with it.Read More Naked Banjo