We looked to the sky, but all the stars had gone away.
The first call was to NASA. All sleeping.
The second call was forbidden. We knew this. But we needed data, so we dialed. The ringing engaged. It felt like a 1982 landline with no answering machine. Forever ringing to a non-responsive room on the other end of time.
“They weren’t expecting a call,” the cosmonaut’s thick accent surprising our ears.
“We’re sorry to disturb the important work going on,” Commander Gerome replied, “We have a bit of an alarming situation down here on earth. I realize you work for Russia but do you have a moment to check on something for us?” continue …
concealing its existence as an emotion . . .
For my 50th birthday I created an online gallery of Digital Art, Prose, and Sound. Here are some of the highlights from that project.Continue Reading
what is up with this not showing?Continue Reading
We can’t fully heal the feminine until we heal society’s relationship to feelings.
We can’t fully honor the masculine until we heal society’s mis-interpretations about masculine gifts.
There is so much more to say, but these 2 are fundamental.Continue Reading
A recent immersion in a business group has created a pull-back on posts for now. I do have Sept content waiting in the wings but I am choosing to spend my time looking at the bigger picture and making some decisions on what I’m really here for, and how best to share those gifts with you on my site and on pages like this one.
More Soon! All good! All exciting!Continue Reading