I always lie when I tell snow stories. You say you walked to school as a kid in two feet of snow. I say I walked in three feet of snow. Not only that–it was 20 degrees below zero. There were no bathrooms in sight, a lot of people around. I was pee-shy.
Why do we gripe, comparing shadows? The shadow is past. Why choose to live in a shadow? I want to tan with the richness of sunlight.
Walking Over Water Stick falls off oak tree in winter’s bare delight. Thin stick over deep water, chilled water. “Courage!” I say to my bare tingly toes.
I put my mind in a time bottle. Watch the particles of brain matter funnel down the sand trap called Time.
The stars came out full force Sunday night to celebrate a decade of Stars of Lake County. Amid a packed house of several hundreds, we were there, up front, in spitting distance of the stage. Ours was the Arts Table. To celebrate my sweetheart’s Daniel Holland’s Art Star of Lake County nomination we gathered together…
When the blister wants to come out, there’s no stopping it. Walk too much–the blister can come out. Use your hands a lot–the blister will come out. “Me, Blister, I will travel.” Sit down a lot and see what happens. The end.
My sweetheart Daniel Holland in Northern California had a wonderful dream one night and was fortunate enough to remember it. This is an archtypal dream every performer, artist, and writer must know and face before putting work out in the world. –JRG In the dream I’m in the lion’s den with two lions. They are…
“I was pee-shy” says volumes, pegs the age, and gives me a strong image.