we are stardust
“How are you today?”
Easy to ask, but hard to answer. It depends upon who’s asking, and how far we want to go with someone else. I’ve lived with extreme depression on a personal level and with my relatives. Self-medicating is one way to ease the pain. It’s not a great solution, but research shows most people turn to self-medicating first. Continue reading “Is it going?” »
many elder Asians walked around
Dream of meeting Tommy with a group of Asian elders on a street after fifty years and he scolds me for not being careful
Ever since I read “Directing Your Destiny: How to Become the Writer, Producer, and Director of Your Dreams” by Jennifer Grace, I’ve taken her suggestion and I title my dreams. Including the main action of the dream in the title helps categorize them, allowing for easy retrieval when we look for dream patterns. Continue reading “working a dream” »
everybody looked like Hitler in WWI
Personal boundaries seem to be rooted in perception. I see things from my point of view, which seems true and final. Like everybody else, I’m limited and get caught up thinking I know best about what’s going on. I tend to forget there are infinite ways to see the world, and nobody knows everything.
Continue reading “taking a chance on letting people know me” »
Whoops, I let you see the real me
“Good fences make good neighbors,” according to Robert Frost in his poem Mending Wall.
“There where it is we do not need the wall:
…He is all pine and I am apple orchard.” Continue reading “inner circle” »
I’m here and want to live
“Why do writers write? Because it isn’t there,” said novelist Thomas Berger last century. I haven’t invented anything new, but have spent my life combining what others have created to form my own style. Continue reading “artist or no?” »
looking at him makes me laugh
Life can be funny without trying to be funny. My Chihuahua, Pip, has been surviving a serious eye problem, which requires drops and oral pain medication several times a day. He’s wearing what my friend calls, ‘the cone of shame,’ a blue headdress tied with a bow, intended to keep him from rubbing his eye. It’s sad to see him in that, but it’s funny too, which made me consider the benefits of humor. Continue reading “Pip’s gauntlet” »
just because I want it to be true doesn’t mean it is
M.Scott Peck was a Quaker who became a psychiatrist, and wrote a bestselling book, The Road Less Traveled. Peck’s career was devoted to understanding human nature, and he also worked in prisons, which formed the basis of another book called People of the Lie. Continue reading “little, big, white, black” »
Come on People now…
My grandfather was a 9th generation American, and was in his eighties when he wrote a letter to the 11th generation, welcoming us to the family. Continue reading “Love Anniversary” »
Come on People, Love one another right now
It’s the fiftieth anniversary of San Francisco’s Summer of Love. My friend and I were there, wore our beads and long hair, before starting freshman year of high school. We smoked marijuana and played on Golden Gate Park’s kiddy merry-go-round while rock and roll music played on the greens, and positive energy flowed like a river. Continue reading “Summer of Love” »
trying to fix the outside doesn’t change what’s inside
My seventh grade friend Lindy and I hung around Tiburon’s Angel Island ferry dock on Main Street’s Penny Arcade behind Bird and Hound Clothing. Goofing off, we watched penny movies for a dime and played foosball. Continue reading “What feeling ugly does” »