here’s lookin’ at you kid
at the Victory Center
this is where the sausage gets made
while stirring the pot
and adding sum spice
the latest collaborations get cooked
but don’t forget the secret sauce
with just a pinch of something a bit left of center
and VOILA !
Punching a time clock for the first time in over 30 years . .
. . . but it aint so bad when ya get greeted with stuff like this in the morning
just wanted to get a quick sample out since it’s been over a month since last time
there’s lots more where this came from ~ coming soon
Just starting to settle into my new digs at the Victory Center back in the area by the bay.
on a day at the Victory Center
Lemme know what you think ! ? !
Back into teaching again
it is both humbling and inspiring
to be working again with people who are free
at least they appear to be
freer than me
see what I mean?
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.
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.
As part of an expansive experience it plays in my imagination as an equal to my time at Art Camp
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.
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 . . .
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
Coming down from a rough ride on the east coast. Maybe the streaming tear feel of this piece was somehow prophetic?
It seems my freerange daze will be getting reigned in soon ~ but hopefully for a good cause ~ or at least an expansive one.
Got a few irons in the fire since my return and we’ll see how they heat up.
For now it’s time to regroup rearrange and reengage with sum experiments in gravity along with my excellent support team.
thanks por todos y’all