Tag Archives: Note To Self


1 Apr

Study yours.

With love.




With an artist’s urge.

Truth for day…

30 Mar


10 Feb

Photo on 2-10-18 at 8.47 AM #3Wrote a verse that I quite like, if you should know, here at the Windsor Starbucks.  Woman asking me if she can use the two chairs on the other side of this table, “We’re having a bit of a reunion,” she said.  I told her sure, and to enjoy.  Feeling more than positive this morrow, with poetry in every one of my breaths and turns of neck.  Deciding to have everything be verse today, and going forward, for an number of reasons none of which I want to bore you with, but know this morning has educated me wildly.  Exactly 30 minutes left in my sitting here, the large group loud but beats in my ears, forcing me to stay in poetry mode, selling the tracks soon, promising self.  Man in front o’ me on phone with sunglasses on, typing something on phone and the size of the group increases, as does their volume.  I look at them and see verse shooting from each mouth, each dialect and tongue, life story and love shade.  Sip my coffee and the ice I requested put in already melted.

Yesterday, young girl, just 21, tasting wine with her family mentioned the buttery aspect of a Chardonnay, and that she like it, that butter made it better, then reciting “Life is a good butter.” I wrote it down immediately, telling her that was a great line.  She and her family laughed, not at me but that I found it so amusing.  They asked if I wrote, I said yes, then distracted them with more wine so they wouldn’t see me jotting their voices and boxing their dialogue.

Managed to write a poem last night as well, after Alice and I got back from Rosso.  So much in and on and about, all around, mind this morning.  Life.. so short.  How you don’t know when your last page is I find terrifying and terrific, concurrently.  You have right now, you have everything around you to write about.  There is NO excuse to not be writing, narrating your day and morning, the current thought.  And if you are lying in bred, this Saturday morning, just relaxing, write about what that’s doing to your character, AND… use that meditation to plan and draw a map to your There.  This is not just me writing before work, this is me seeing everything as there for US, to get us to where we see ourselves… to a dream, to a paradise, to a career clear of harassment and liberated from any supervisory tyranny.  Oh… you are so much stronger than you think, reader.  Test yourself… watch what happens.

I smirk in realizations, this morning, for all of us. Not just me, believe.  The group in front of me, all age zones and realities.  And whatever your age is, it doesn’t matter.  You’re only alive in this second, this second.  This second doesn’t happen again.  Ever.  So… go.  Actuate.  Gravitate toward your There.  Make it your Here. The dichotomy isn’t as drastic as perceived.  Or, it doesn’t have to be.  Think in yay-say yells…. Wrote this morning, “Your story.  You’re the narrator.  You’re in control.  Someone tries to tell you what to do, remind them of this, with unwavering loudness.” Try it.  Taste it.  Fly from there…. Butter.  And life is more than merely ‘good’.

There are no mistakes.

24 Jan

There is only self-education.

Sometimes it’s harsh, and downright painful.

But what so many simply and quickly tag as a mistake is an invitation to live more freely.

At home, waiting for

9 Jan

the air duct cleaner guy.

I hate waiting.

But, I’m not waiting.

I’m working while he’s on his way.

Never wait.

Always be with moving wheels.


6 Dec

Embrace all tasks.

Especially the ones you look least forward to doing.

Those are where the most valuable and enriching gems wait.


6 Dec

Prohibit yourself today from feeling, knowing, sensing, or even slightly choosing fear.