A picture of the extroverted feeler airborne.
I am back from the road with the madashelldoctors whoo hoo! go! go! At Lafayette Park, by the White House, I was nervous.
Mad as Hell documentary in process. http://madashelldoctorsvideo.com/
For Christmas or Kwanza or whatever, I covet Jung's Red Book. Oooh, oooh, oooh.
WANTED: I'm looking for questions about death/dying/end of life issues/hospice/living wills/etc. Please send questions via message or put it on my scratchpad. If you send me a message, I will try to send an answer, BUT if I get swamped it might take a while.......if you put the question on the scratchpad, I won't know who asked. Anonymity is ok too.
Can't spell. Actually have tried to learn. Feel free to fix misspellings or email me. I TRY, honestly, but I learned to a certain point and then focused on other things. Learned to spell chlamydia, but still have trouble with hemorrhoid. In last year learned to spell Duputren's, acculturated and HIPAA. It's sort of annoying.
We make art for ourselves and we make art to communicate with the world. The poetry is how my muse talks to me; the prose is how I talk to the world.
"Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if i have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense."
-attributed to Buddha
Some huge work goes on growing
or not growing.
How could one person's words matter?
Where you walk, heads pop from the ground.
What is one seed-head compared to you?
On my death-day I'll know the answer.
I have cleared this house,
so your furniture, when it comes,
can fill every room.
I slide like an empty boat pulled over the water.
-Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks