Changes: After a move from NYC to the Hudson River Valley region of New York State (USA), life is less circumscribed by a city’s dense population and urban landscapes. My mind and feelings are slowly infiltrating empty spaces, as if they’re shoreline caves and I’m the sea.

Sand settling: Of the works that have slotted into my heart the past few years, there are: Anna Badkhen’s writings, Shozo Ozaki’s art, the waka of Japan’s Heian period, and the courage of four people I follow on social media: Bobby Friction, S-Endz / Casey Rain, Bina Shah, and Rahul Pandita.

Action: After more than a year of not writing, words seem important again. I’ll be writing brief pieces, rough haiku-ish things, in a Scrivener project. The way it goes is: write; edit; realize what crap I’ve written; share; re-read from others’ points of view, edit more, stick with some final edited version. Embarrassment is part of the process, needed to knock down the ego that gets in the way of an open heart.

Goal: I’m aiming for some of the courage I see in those writers and artists and people I love.


Don’t fall in love with yourself.

Head held high, above the clouds,
where sunlight brushes your eyelashes
with gold, listen
to the songs of people
under the flute of the wind.

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