A zestful life. Doesn’t that sound amazing? I think it evokes a life of laughter and travel, a life full of playfulness, music, art and animals. Probably there is a Silver Stream trailer involved. Continue reading “Zestful Life”
5 beers into a bad day tomorrow and binge listening to Pope by Prince. “Seek and destroy, fuck you up.” It’s hard to want to ever be out of this space where I feel so much energy and I hate most of you for thinking I need to get out of it just because it is alcohol fueled delusion. That last part will pass tomorrow. Continue reading “Psuedo-famous Smile”
I’m back and I’m ready! I am ready to start this new year with fantastic health improvements, athletic endeavors such as I used to do, creativity, and … I am sitting on the couch in my pajamas at 10 am scratching my ear and finishing my coffee. Hmmmm. Continue reading “Baby, I’m Back”
Yesterday I made a spur of the moment decision to have lunch at The Bald Strawberry (in Melbourne FL), grab myself some vegan, gluten-free yumminess, not quite ready to re-hermit up at the house and hoping for a creativity charge there because I like the space. I park and amble down the sidewalk, talking to myself, and as I enter the restaurant a very animated woman meets me at the door. Continue reading “Lunch Break”
I love that song.
I’m reading The Death of Innocence, a book about Emmitt Till, and I’m also thinking about the reaction to animal abuse videos- how many people, nice people, react in aggressive horror, say they “just can’t take it,” have to “protect themselves.” Continue reading “History Repeating”
I had a little thing recently on FaceBook. I re-posted an article about McDonald’s french fries in the Central Florida Vegan group page. From a friend’s post, I learned that the fries have dairy (whey) in them. Continue reading “Apropos of that Last Blog”
a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Yesterday I took a ten hour drive from Melbourne, Florida, where I live to Raleigh, North Carolina, where I lived for twenty-odd years before I moved off for love. Plenty of time for ponders in between decent music stations and singing jags. Continue reading “Damn Epiphany”