It is here, in this villa, that I decide how life works for me once and for all. A definitive statement that will certainly cause me to cringe at a later date, but I really felt it. (I do cringe at a later date, if you were wondering – future me) The totality of my time and attention since moving has been consumed by helping Kitty acclimate to her new environment and making this place...
Temples in the distance engaged in what seems to be a chant battle. Lightning spider-veining across the dark indigo sky, illuminating what were moments ago ghosts of clouds. Thunder cracking, rumbling, and then tumbling through the tropical atmosphere. Kitty slinks under the bed. The storm looks to be passing us by. Gulps of warm oat milked coffee, sweetened with palm sugar; the first cup goes...
1. One week, I’m doing nothing but the same thing I’ve been doing for the past six years… the next, I’m fully submerged in non-stop newness and unforeseen change. Life is a wild ass ride. 2. Moving used to be one of my favorite things to do. I once counted how many times I’d moved. The number was the same as the number of years I’d been alive. I always knew a condo or house was meant for me when...
I’m carefully crafting a framework for my writing practice. Books upon books have been written, advising on the matter. But like any advice, if taken too seriously, it’s shame-inducing when one inevitably falls short. Which I always do. I prefer to view advice (of any kind) as a buffet of options, none mandatory, all open to sampling, tweaking, or rejecting at any time. The point is not to...
My room is on the second floor of the hotel I’ve been living in for almost six years. I often get up in the middle of the night (it’s 3:30 a.m. right now) to sit on my balcony, drink coffee, think, and listen. Typical sounds one might hear from my perch at this time: water cascading over the edge of the poolside below, a symphony of frogs and crickets just beyond the thicket of banana trees...
I spent this week observing and documenting random stuff… and I gotta say, it’s been a revelation. After a decade spent immersed in New Age ideologies (and let’s face it – a lifetime spent in Western society), where I was taught that my thoughts, my identity, and my life were raw materials to be manipulated into the experience of my choosing, just allowing myself to witness what I’m seeing...