Finding Your Tribe

I finally got to the point I was through swallowing gasoline and pretending it was fresh water.

The fire in my belly woke me.

I was angry – mostly at myself – for putting up with such shitty treatment.

And so, we parted.

Sometimes suddenly. Sometimes incrementally.

Sometimes without a word.

And that’s OK. … More Finding Your Tribe

Playing Small is No Longer an Option

The days of playing small are behind all of us.

We can’t go back.

This world needs our authenticity and our brains and our beautiful souls and our astonishing dreams and steely strength.

We may want to wimp out and sit in sloth at McDonald’s eating GMO fries and drinking cancer in a can, but we can’t. We can no longer do that if we are awake at all. … More Playing Small is No Longer an Option

Look Homeward, Angel

I’ve loved this experience but I love the life I have, too.

It has been revelatory and heart-opening.

And now I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar comforts and glorious sunrises and breathtaking wildness of Northern NM.

This way of life in Barcelona has been about being, much more than doing.

And I can take that sense of how to approach life home to NM.

I want less doing and more being, as a new friend said recently in a Facebook post.  … More Look Homeward, Angel

Barcelona, baby

Last night when we were half way across the Atlantic, flying over seamounts outside of St. John, Newfoundland, I cast the I-Ching with my Kindle (how new age of me) and got the hexagram for Joy.

I’d asked about the purpose of this trip.

How perfect. Joy. … More Barcelona, baby