Thursday, October 31, 2013

One thing I like about YouTube:

I dig this song and the footage from Holden. It kinda makes me wish I had recorded the song I wrote in a "Live From Holden" video...what Chalet was it that I stayed in? Hmmm... Brings back memories.

Anyway, I love the song and the snowy footage.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Good Life

"A good life is just a collection of good rituals. So if you can find a nurturing rhythm and just lean into that, I think you're well on your way to a good life."
-Linford Detweiler

Saturday, June 22, 2013


I find that I keep coming back to these two entries about parenting:

Friday, June 14, 2013

By Your Side

A new one. The solos are going to change. I wish I had a banjo or mandolin...but perhaps harmonica will work fine.

Monday, May 20, 2013

What should I do with my life?

I believe most of the "answer" is in forgetting the question and breathing. The answer is in the pre-question. It's existential. One little bit at a time, existence happens...breathe it in.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


I read the sign
Lebanese cuisine
as lesbian cuisine
and before I noticed
had already wondered
how that would taste.


With a large ring he came
to lock doors
as the sun stared down
Me and Fairchild's Usher
while major keys
from his belt

Wednesday, March 27, 2013


"All deep gratitude is meant to feel foolish in our inability to speak what we most long to say." - Dan Allendar


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Letting Go

My life's list
paper - receding.
Things once intact
as I cannot
keep them aboard.

To Tell

Our stories will always tell
of the love
that longs to always have been.
Worn smooth by angst:
Too large to speak of.
Even so, a bird alights
and then
in a glimpse will rise again.

Oh yeah, by the way...

I've been loving this Over the Rhine song today...Oh yeah, by the way. I dig the mandolin too which is, unfortunately, not on the album version.
What a waste that I'm not jaded...

All your self-inflicted wounds have made you what you are. And by you, I mean me...

Monday, March 18, 2013

Missionary Training by Linford

Another Linford Essay... I really enjoy his way with storytelling. Sometimes I want them to be my story.

Over the Rhine Video

An Over the Rhine video I came across a while back that inspires me (again):

Human by Linford Detweiler

I really enjoyed this essay by Linford Detweiler...certainly one of my biggest inspirations:

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Time Can't Hold

Time Can't Hold   Capo 2 (F-C-G2-Am)

There is no gift we can give
that's not been tainted by our hidden motivations
Although we try, we can never bypass tears
though we can hold them for a time.

As I spin around, dizzy amidst all I've lost
my best effort, the last crushing blow.
Though I've tried, I cannot pardon myself
for the wounds you now wear

Chorus 1
Even time can't hold in all that I have broken
Trying harder never softens harms ways
And there are moments I believe can break through this pain
but so much more I know... time can't hold

Although this anguish leaves me hungry for relief
I'm thankful to be grieving what is real
Even when what's true has filled my soul with regret
At least I know what I believe

Chorus 2
Even time can't hold in all that has been broken
Trying harder never eases our shame
and there are moments I see will break through this pain
but so much more that I know   --to chorus 1

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Better At Everything

I enjoyed this article quite a bit. Some people seem to naturally get that curiosity and openness make everything and everyone around them better while others tend to pursue control. I observe both in myself. In my observation, this parallels my creative process in that disasters have a high correlation with the impulse to control.


Friday, June 8, 2012

Poetry, Writing...

I enjoyed this talk/reading of and about poetry by John Graber. Great poetry and good reminders about self forgiveness, receptivity, lowering expections, community, finding rhythm, rewriting.

A Way of Writing by William Stafford came recommended in the previous recording. It closes with the following:

"This process-rather-than-substance view of writing invites a final, dual reflection:
  1. Writers may not be special or talented in any usual sense. They are simply engaged in sustained use of a language skill we all have. Their "creations" come about through confident reliance on stray impulses that will, with trust, find occasional patterns that are satisfying.
  2. But writing itself is one of the great, free human activities. There is scope for individuality, and elation, and discovery, in writing. For the person who follows with trust and forgiveness what occurs to him, the world remains always ready and deep, an inexhaustible environment, with the combined vividness of an actuality and flexibility of a dream. Working back and forth between experience and thought, writers have more than space and time can offer. They have the whole unexplored realm of human vision."

Thursday, May 24, 2012

On Finding Meaning

There are many things in life that seem to come and go without meaning or value. I have been wanting my life to have more meaning, but until recently haven't found a way to gain any real perspective on what has been happening. Today as I was reading "Prisoners of Our Thoughts" I paraphrased a section into this:

A person should not ask what the meaning of their life is, but rather they must recognize that it is life who is asking them the questions.

I feel that what is turning for me here is both frightening and vital. Here is a shift away from extracting meaning from externals based on circumstance into a way of bringing meaning to the externals. It's a shift from blame into responsibility; from frustration into generosity. And it is not without grief that I move to create meaning while holding and letting go of how much I have refused to bring beauty and complained of the depressing, dreary waste that I have too long endured.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011


"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive." -Gil Bailie