writing
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The loneliness of the season
As the temperature dropsand things seem to get a bit more quiet,I can hear songs echoin the back of my head. I think of my family at this time…and the home I left behind… The weather gets colder yet I miss the snowy windows I’d always find myself waking up…
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The spiritual practice: it’s all so much
Ram Dass says, do it until you can’t take it anymore. Immerse yourself in all this stuff, until you’re sick of it. How long have I done this for? Is that what spiritual practice is? A dog chasing its own tail until it gets tired, then after resting a while,…
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A Review on The Song of Achilles
I’m not one for reviews but now that my life has begun to unwind itself like a spool of film, I’ve decided to take this blog further than I imagined. The Song of Achilles, a book I can no longer forget. I remember seeing a beautiful quote pasted on a…
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While I wait for the world to keep spinning
I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To only find the things that count. I wonder how my life will play out as I write//erase//rewrite//every word written. Where’s the music I crave? I…
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Ode to San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City
Oh San Fran, a friend of mine visited you the other day and reminded me of our time well spent together Christmas Day. I remember being in a coffee shop alone, one of the only ones open, that seemed to be as narrow as a crack and filled with belongings…