Almost always writers write, but sometime writers don’t write. Sometimes they need to stop with the output and go with the input. Some call it slacking off, some call it sleep. I call it filling the well. I’m going to Ireland to fill my well, and am leaving you this photo to fill your well. […]
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When I wake up from a deep sleep and hear water splashing in the fountain outside my window, I am thankful for many things, among them: 1) The raccoons have not busted the fountain pump. 2) We have not been shot by stray bullets. 3) There has not been an earthquake. Sometimes I hear a […]
“Swallowed by the sea,” she sang, her voice a warm bath. She strummed a honey-colored ukulele on her lap. The words weren’t mine nor were they hers, and I didn’t know if she was singing about Japan or my father, but it didn’t matter. The sun was shining and then it stopped. The crystals on […]
One of our Peruvian rituals centered around a psychedelic experience with cactus juice. It’s supposed to give you insights about yourself, and many participants have a vision of looking into the jaws of a serpent. I think someone said the serpent represents the kundalini energy that lies coiled at the base of your spine, but […]
A few years back, I spent a week in Peru with a bunch of other people from LA looking to experience spiritual encounters of the shamanic kind. We traveled in a small bus on narrow roads that switchbacked across the craggy peaks above Cuzco. We marveled at the massive umbrella of sky above peaks jagged […]
After work, I drive home through Burbank’s equestrian neighborhood. I like to peek into the back yards with their traditional stables. I like to smell hay and manure from the parking lot at Pavilions. I drive slowly, keeping an eye out for horses clopping down the sycamore-lined streets. One evening as I waited at an […]