Being each a star
If I ever tell you
that I long for my
Star Home
don’t back away…
Random notes on my writing process
I have 167 draft articles in Evernote. Evernote has changed how we run the entire business. If I write about someone directly, I have their permission to do so. I feel like there is a lot of karmic interaction that can happen in writing — bringing someone...
choosing feral
That tired beautiful animal in me needed to die,but not like a sacrificial offering…
New, little big deals. Is this the week you do what you’ve been scared of?
My friend Robindra promised he’d show me some DJ ropes (because I wanna spin and mix and stuff when I grow up). He got a gig in North Van and said I could tag along for the night. So I Facebook’d about it, mentioned the locale, said it was a great way to kick off my birthday week, and I put on my black high tops to head out…
Kali’s fire, my life, my love.
Kali came to me on a morning that felt like night. She said, “It gets dark so you can see the fire burn more clearly. Throw it all in. And by ‘all,’ I mean yourself.” Into the fire I put a habit of sadness I was married to. And so then I put in my own singular and true sadness, but not so it would be obliterated, rather transmuted, because I wanted to honour the utility of my delusions, the lies that made for density so that I could see the fire burn more clearly.
“Open, gentle heart. Big fucking fence.” The advice I give on Love that took the longest time to learn.
Protect your heart so that you can keep it wide open.
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