playing chicken with myself

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I didn’t mean that to sound as provocative as it does. But what the hell it kinda says what it means ~ working the high wire without a net – tight margins – no wiggle room . . . you get the idea.

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The ‘real’ chickens are now tucked in my cousins freezer in Idaho while I made my fourth trip across the Great Basin in three months. All that open space time does something to your brain ~ or at least it did sum thin to mine.

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As part of an expansive experience it plays in my imagination as an equal to my time at Art Camp

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These experiences stand in sharp contrast to the heart wrenching time back east with the family. Perhaps itz a hangover from all the buddha stuff but I find it more painful now to watch loved ones suffer than to bear my own.

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So now back in CA I find myself attempting to makes cents out of it all since I am kindov addicted to that sort of thing. Seems like there should be sum profit from all that pain. Maybe ?  Time space will tell . . .

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For now I’ve adopted the chorus from Leonard Cohen’s Anthem as my mantra:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

sunshine

 

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4 responses to “playing chicken with myself

  1. I love this chicken and suffering, and the crack in everything
    Thank you Daniel

  2. Hi Dan, It sounds like you are going through some heavy duty life stuff. I like your take on it all, especially the words from Leonard Cohen. I’m sorry to hear that someone in your family is suffering. And yes, I agree with you. Watching someone you love go through difficult times is excruciating. And what do you mean a hangover from all of the Buddha stuff? Are you no longer practicing at all? By the way, it was good to see one of your heart paintings. I truly love those. Take care my friend! Chris

  3. All we can do is keep doing the next right thing.

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