we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

celebrate the masculine.
celebrate the feminine.
celebrate the brilliant little things in us, and celebrate the scars and imperfections. they all lead us into, through, above and around the labrynth which is deep in us…those tiny little spaces..

grateful that all my friends, and strangers alike, and myself, for that matter who wish to celebrate their love, passion, and joy…


and prayers for those who live in unsafe places who are afraid to live out loud. we are also lifting you up toward the freedom of flight.

happy pride weekend, city of angels. and yes, we all live among angels…

every last one of us.


“”””””This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.””””””””



T) hat G) igantic I) nside F) ire

let it burn!!!!!

be it a truth in your gut you live by walking the talk…

be it standing up for someone who cant speak up for themselves…

be it showing your most loved your complete and undivided attention…

be it an 18 year old scotch you shoot instead of sip…

let T) hat G) igantic I) nside F) ire burn this weekend….

peace and joy to all, and if you cant find it, ask someone for help….


i stand corrected, and realigned.

i, at times, get into the habit of feeling down.

feeling sorry for myself.

comparing that leads to despairing.

blah, blah…and boring blah…

this isnt my true nature. it just creeps in from time to time.

i got sick last week and it was sort of a “woe is me” wailing week. im better, so all good.


….jump cut to last night…


i had the pleasure and honor to attend a gathering for LINDA’S VOICE. LINDA’S VOICE is an organization using creativity, social media and direct financial assistance to end domestic abuse globally. its founded by three sisters….i will call them the three graces. kelley, amanda, and summer.

the three sisters were compelled to start this movement in response, mandate, and what i would assume a catharsis to dealing with losing their mother to domestic violence resulting in murder at the hand of their step father whom they loved.


i can NOT even wrap my teenie little brain around an effect of such magnitude.

but their reality at the time was a 16 year old left to care for two younger sisters. the youngest being 8.

there are so many elements i would like to tap on, but will save the length of my wind and key tapping….

the power and perseverance of the human spirit.

the adaptability and emotional intelligence to create beauty out of damage and chaos.

and above all God’s grace. three of them to be exact.




if im being candid and brutally honest with myself (and you for that matter) i cant say i wouldnt use something such as this as a great excuse for my life. with everything. with everyone. in regard to anything.

as i spend the day in humbling reflection, i stand here corrected in my attitude that i can sometimes acquire. i choose to realign myself to the remembering of God’s grace that is clearly all around. i stand  before these ladies and say, ” i am humbled. i am in full respect of the great things they are doing, and they have set an example for me in how i decide to view things and the action i take toward.”

they are not only surviving, they are thriving by giving a voice to the voiceless.

as a guest at this function last night, it was apparent to me, this underlying feeling of peace (true authentic peace), a joy for life, and a gratitude for all that is.

i have been touched with a new insight.

thank you for having me last night. i am honored beyond measure.

my applause to the “4 GRACES”.







your voice is being heard.










thank you.

i just want to take this moment and thank all the veterans who have served…the ones i know and the ones i do not know.


thank you to the men in my family who are subjects of pride in doing something i myself could not do. 


as i say thank you with the deepest of gratitude in the same breath i say that i wish for a day when a man or woman needs only to soldier up for his or her family. a day in which there will be no war. a day in which there will be no hunger. and a day when a mother doesnt have to say bye to her baby shipping out. and a day when a little boy never has to miss his daddy.


i will take a moment of gratitude for this life and a moment to see a peaceful world.


thank you all who have served for your dedication, sacrifice, and gift.








a pause…

a break

a brief moment of reprieve

a time out…


to allow the greeting of the still silence  to wash over you like a healing elixir


is sometimes all we need.


today if need be, enjoy the space between thought an action-there is a paradise there.










upside down; right side up….

i woke up a few weeks ago and flooding in like a head rush, i suddenly realized i was miserable.

not just with one thing, but quite a few things actually.

it (this feeling i speak of) had been dancing around like a numbing zombie-yet invisible. i could feel it creepin’ around but couldnt quite locate it.

and then a funny thing happened…like an out of body experience, i grew very tired of hearing myself just bitching about my situation(s) to my friends.


then a week and a half ago:

i make the decision.



if its not serving my greater good and the greater good of those around me, change it.

if its not positively feeding me and nourishing the greatness that is in me, change it.

and since, the monsters in my head have been silenced.

and from time to time we get knocked off kilter and things seem to be bigger mountains to traverse over than others. we cant see the peak for the clouds, but theres always the other side even if its out of view.

so i encourage you to seek that change that may have been tugging at you, but you feel a little trepidation in the follow through. sometimes its very very painful and uncomfortable, but once the action is taken the constriction in your chest will release.

the making of the decision is always the hardest part.

so what ever it could be for you, listen to it.

the view on the other side could be glorious.

happy thursday,



munday, funday…

i love mondays.

i love change.

and i love the idea of perpetually getting to start over.

if you find yourself in a monday rut-take a second to change it up. take a different route to work, go to a new unexplored coffee joint, be annoyingly nice to a perfect stranger…something.

it takes but a simple step to invoke meaningful change.

the sun moon and stars just may get into their ruts of always shining, always circling and always shooting unless we dance in their light.

our beautiful expression gives meaning to our universe always showing up.

peace on a random monday-