Last night I hung out with my friend Lisa, we had some dinner and wine and she taught me the pour painting technique that she does. Those are the two paintings I made. They take about two days to set, and they’ll continue to change until they’re dry. This is what the red and teal…
Category: Life
AN ATTEMPT TO UNDERSTAND JEALOUSY
What is it in the brain that makes us want to be special in someone else’s eyes and life? What makes us want to be the first, or the only, the last, the best? What makes us see certain things as sacred? For me, the flip side of this coin is jealousy. I don’t always…
KNOW THYSELF
Two nights ago I was asked what my Enneagram types were. Until a few months ago, I knew nothing about these personality type indicators. I saw people posting them on their dating profiles. I took a test in November – and my two highest scores were type 9 The Peacemaker (98%) and type 2 The…
*POP*
Happiness. I write, often, as a way to give voice to my inner workings…. the battle between thinking and doing, the tug of war that lives in the very word between (love and hate, joy and pain, feeling and reflecting). I write (and read) in search of my interpretation of a good and meaningful life….
THE ART OF LETTING GO
This is not at all what the title might imply…. intentionally so. Today I spent part of my day at Cafe Keough. I tried to write, texted a bit with a women in Kentucky, read some great poems. I wanted to quote everything. You can walk out of your lifeif sadness properly instructs you.And can’t…
FUNNY CLIPPINGS
So much of what I write is an attempt to straddle the space between happy and sad, joy and pain, love and hate…. not the most lighthearted topics. Today I spent some time cleaning up the photos on my phone. While doing that I came across so many comics that I had taken pics of…
MY CORNER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM
I’m a little slow to start this morning. I suppose this isn’t that different than half of my other mornings. I wrote a title last night before bed – swagger. It was going to be a short playlist of the songs I listen to as I walk around Memphis. There are days I feel like…
PRIVILEGE AND OBSERVATION
It was a little after 2pm in the high-ceilinged cafe. A man walked in, black jeans, black work boots, too many top layers for the unseasonably warm day. He favored his right leg, not quite a limp. His Jacket was that neon yellow-green with wide, silvery reflective stripes, the kind you see worn on airport…
THE MESSY SPACE BETWEEN
I’m starting this post far too late in the morning for it to be done (well) by the time I have to go to work. I’m trying to be a bit more zen about this and be self-forgiving for waking up later than I had wanted. My plan was to get up, exercise, have breakfast,…
HOW TO LIKE IT
It’s been a few days since I’ve written. Travel makes a whole bunch of things inconvenient, breaks routine, introduces new ideas, new scenery, new people. I spent the last few days at the NAMM show out in L.A. It was interesting to be around so many music industry people. There were long lines to meet…
NOT DANCING
He was shmoo-shaped and probably in his late sixties. Round and doughy in the middle. His hair was whitish grey and his not so bushy beard masked a soft but protruding jawline. He had one small hoop earring and wore an olive green tee tucked in to black slacks. His sneakers were heather grey with…