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practice makes…different!

a bit early, i know—but more are on their way.

it would be extremely risky not to.

observing (late) lammas, & the 2-year anniversary of jet’s death. swamp mallow, every path becomes a stream. across the dangerous road, in the woods, two stags dash ahead. i used to wake up to this smell every day, unzip my tent & breathe.

i get these periodic urges to go to the town where i was born, to follow the history of my birth families west, to be in the places (the land) where they lived & worked. i don’t know what i am seeking in this; maybe a fuller bodily relation with the places i’m/they were from or made lives…

the funny thing about relying on other people’s fear for one’s sense of (or actual) power is that it means you fear other people. when they lose their fear of you, your hold over them is gone. i learned about this in my origin family & from bullies, & i witness it at every gradation of scale.

i so love the kono “rekorder” repurposed b&w sound film…that deeeeep daaaark black, super-detailed sharpness…whew⚡️ some frames have pre-exposed timestamps for added surprise & mystery

i want to talk more about zen but so much of it is not really possible to articulate in words, the stuff that really matters can only be experienced & practiced. i’m starting to get why there are so many misconceptions about it, & there’s nothing i can do about that. it’s not comfortable to accept

i put a glow-in-the-dark MYOPIC BOOKS sticker on the back of the black phone case of my black phone & i feel very pleased with my oddball strategy for finding my phone in the dark. now i only have to remember to lay it face down every time. sure, that’ll be easy!🙃

i love my friends. haven’t said so in a while.

do you ever find yourself performing for the security cameras?

another old punk on a ramble to shake out arthritic limbs, check storm damage, & touch base with the neighborhood.