Dec 05 2010
up and up and up we go,
As they say in the West
You were called
Red Haired Dakini
by someone who
knew what that meant
In New Orleans
you led the puja, we chanted,
and then we walked down
Bourbon Street together.
You bought one of those giant
neon colored iced alcoholic slurpees.
We practiced every day
and opened up to the Universe
like crazy yoginis.
Dec 04 2010
Lately I’ve noticed in my blogosphere wanderings the big controversy over President Obama’s balls.
I can’t even believe I wrote that! Bleeeccchhhh! Ewww.
I am really not interested, outside of my love life, in anyone’s organs of any kind.
I lament the loss of real privacy, which is an essential part of intimacy, one of the more pleasurable experiences in this crazy life.
Dec 02 2010
Today’s my birthday, and was a strangely rainy day in the Big Apple. I felt like going to work, which was bizarre in and of itself.
I like birthdays, the ego gets a holiday and can run free! Free at last! Hee.
In this moderen age, we can self-publish. So that’s easy right there. Boom! Instant connection to cyberworld.
Dec 01 2010
Most every spiritual system, be it institutionalized religion or various strains of spiritual practice that have survived the millennium in one form or another, all of them say something about the nature of reality itself.
The assumption being that we turn towards religion or spirituality because we have just finally said, “jesus, I just don’t know what’s going on any more and I’m not going to lie about it to myself any longer.” Yes, pun intended.
Anyhoo, as my ma used to say.