I’m sitting in a coffee shop with my laptop. Just me. And my laptop. This is the first time I’ve done this in…so so long. My phone’s on 1% and, aimless and feeling a bit lost, I spend that 1% looking at my old pics. And the weirdest thing happens: I start to remember who…
The infinite power of silence doesn’t get enough, well, airtime. Which, in a roundabout way, is exactly the point. How, in this world of 24/7 entertainment, social media, news, programming, achievement, cost/benefit equations and do, do, do, can something as subtle as silence be honored (by talking about it?) or even acknowledged? Musicians will always tell…
The other night, Kyle and I listened to an Abraham Hicks recording on relationships. During the video, a woman asked a question about not getting what she wanted in a relationship, and the answer was basically…do what you love. It reminded me that one of my mentors, Amir Zoghi, has said exactly the same thing…Think you…
I am repotted. Correction: unpotted. Routed out of my old pot and planted in the ground this time. In many ways I’ve missed my old pot up until now; it was roomy and deep, and my roots took on the shape of the container. I could feel the perimeters of my pot, and if it was…
