Today would have been Loolie’s 13th birthday. The two Rons, my friends in LA, sent me this poem by Robinson Jeffers. I will read it aloud at Sand Beach when I scatter Loolie’s ashes. I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. The House Dog’s Grave (Haig, an English bulldog) I’ve […]
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Katy, I’ve got cancer. Giggles, and a shrug. Can you bake me some pot brownies And please give me a hug? Katy, I’ve got cancer. Tell me what you think. Should I hook myself up to chemo Or enjoy that mai tai drink? Katy, I’ve got cancer. I didn’t know you well. But I enjoyed […]
I pulled into my driveway after a hike with my dog. For a minute or two I sat there as I pondered the enormity of a particular problem I’m dealing with today. “What do you think I should do, Scott?”, I realized I had said this out loud. No sooner said than something caught my eye. […]
Mountains are the bedrock theme of my life this week. On the weekend I attended a special gathering with Robert Moss and several conscious dreamers on a mountain in upstate New York. Magic happens there. Every time. Some day I’ll share that experience with you in greater detail. Meanwhile, since I was in the neighborhood of […]
One of the great things about living on our island in Maine is the myriad of talent that resides there and the interesting people you bump into on trails and in cafes. Eryn/ Ahryan is one such artist. I met Eryn at the Stonington Farmers Market when I returned from our trip of a lifetime […]
Few symbols can capture the essence of life-death-transformation-rebirth as well as the butterfly can. If you’re like me, you’ve noticed that there were far fewer butterflies enjoying your garden this summer. Like the bees, they are disappearing at an alarming rate. Dreams of the Last Butterflies is a remarkable 9 minute short film that shines a […]
She said all energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back. ~Avatar
This poem “The Laughing Heart” by Charles Bukowski read by Tom Waits is perfection. Three days into the new year…
Last night was new year’s eve. I did not imbibe and I did not weep. I simply slowed down and took the time to “just be”. I’m going to do more of that in the new year. Just be….
…I can see your love…
going to goa 
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