Art, Life & Everything Lean and hungry for art. That’s what I’m thinking these days. Capillaries’ nuance of love, intensification of desire. For Metaphor. The poet and my thesis advisor Jim Whitehead settled in his chair, his photo on my office ...
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"Traveling with Crows" - 5 new articles

  1. Lean and Hungry for Art
  2. Beginner's Mind
  3. Making a Wish
  4. Schwarzenegger and Rain: The Locomotive is Coming
  5. Deering and Stone
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Lean and Hungry for Art

Art, Life & Everything Lean and hungry for art. That’s what I’m thinking these days. Capillaries’ nuance of love, intensification of desire. For Metaphor. The poet and my thesis advisor Jim Whitehead settled in his chair, his photo on my office door, reminds me, I am where I should be. Should is one of my worst enemies. I realize I have no idea where I am supposed to be. The openness of an artistic personality allows for curiosity. I let the future unfold. My son sometimes is mystified. If it has been raining for weeks and the sun suddenly comes...
   

Beginner's Mind

I have learned to tolerate beginning again when it comes to running. I urge my old legs through the first mile and wish for a better feeling, like the feeling that I have ever run one mile before in my life (I have been a runner for over twenty-five years), but now as I get older, the first mile goes by, and I still must tolerate the beginner's mind, the frustration with how hard it is. After forty-five minutes in the rain in the 41-degree temperatures, I feel good. All over. Blood and lymph have rearranged. Lungs have cleared. I...
   

Making a Wish

Raven croaks in the tree above bare branches while below and yet above me on a lesser branch quietly there is the eagle. What if I had not looked up? What if the raven did not croak? Later that day, I turned back toward the new-falling rain. Rainbow.
   

Schwarzenegger and Rain: The Locomotive is Coming

I was on the couch enjoying my coffee yesterday when the Governor delivered his State of the State address. We're half a dozen inches behind seasonal here in the North State, which supplies water for hundreds of miles in California. I had just come back from San Diego, driving the whole length of the state, passing signs in agricultural fields that read, "Dust Bowl Created By Congress," among others. When Schwarzenegger promised to end the "war on water," I wondered if he was going to do a rain dance. He admitted, "Our economy cannot grow without water. Our population cannot...
   

Deering and Stone

On the freeway in San Diego, California, between the Deering Banjo factory and the Stone Brewery, I knew I was nearing enlightenment of the beer and acoustic music flavor. I have become a born-again singer-songwriter, banjo flavor-lover music nut. Back in the early nineties in the Ozark mountains, and the old-timey banjo flavor left my ears ringing. No one would have guessed that fifteen years later, I would spend my spare time traveling to great bluegrass shows where the banjo-player makes the afternoon sky brighten with surreal light and sets you down beside snowmelt-running water, or that on New Year's...
   

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