Journal
MUSINGS
Writing about presence, creativity, uncertainty, music, and the sacred spark.
-
waka waka waka
Waka Waka Waka In my early twenties, I was obsessed with Ms. Pac-Man. Waka waka waka, baby. I became pretty adept at clearing those narrow corridors, saving the power pellets for crucial moments and gathering the ghosts so I could get them all in one glorious swoop. Actually, I suppose I was only a fair-to-middlin’…
-
True to the Flavor
All through high school, I worked behind the concession counter at Hillside Cinema. It was a pretty good…
-
Monkey moments: what i choose
See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil… What if it’s not about avoiding—but choosing? Most of…
-
waka waka waka
Waka Waka Waka In my early twenties, I was obsessed with Ms. Pac-Man. Waka waka waka, baby. I became pretty adept at clearing those narrow corridors,…
-
True to the Flavor
All through high school, I worked behind the concession counter at Hillside Cinema. It was a pretty good job for a teenager. I could watch movies…
-
Monkey moments: what i choose
See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil… What if it’s not about avoiding—but choosing? Most of us know the three wise monkeys. One covers…
-
Manuka Honey for My Soul?
Manuka honey does not hurry. It gathers on the spoon, thick and amber, then stretches into a slow ribbon. It clings to the spoon, the rim…
-
the center holds
Way back in 1987, I released an album called Not Quickly Broken. The title came from Ecclesiastes 4:12: “A cord of three strands is not quickly…