Healing

Greetings,

As people around the planet celebrate Barack Obama's monumental achievement they realize their potential. They know their dreams can and do become reality. They see the value of working hard, overcoming fear and doubt to create a new day, a new beginning.

The multiracial, multicultural and global communities gathered together as one to celebrate the beginning of a new era. It is about vision and action. It is about open honest communication. It is focused, determined and passionate. 

Living and making history allows healing energies to manifest. Seeds of hope and positive energy are planted.

They are nurtured with love and kindness. 

Dream big.

Metta.

The Mavericks Ride Out of Town

Greetings,

The story winds down. Once and only once there was maverick from Arizona. His name was Johnny Mach 1.

He came from Tombstone, an ancient deserted tourist relic town filled with unemployed actors and weather beaten facades. He believed in the confluence of universal string theories in infinity. 

Johnny was old, senile, tired, washed up, washed down, hung out to dry and known to have a quick trigger haired temper. He was actually a Machiavellian maverick focusing on using brute power and doing immoral things to maintain his power.

His motto was, "Shoot first and ask questions later."

He'd escaped from a nursing home and rode off into the sunset dragging a screaming Bush behind him. "You haven't heard the last of me!" It was his last howdy-doodle dandy. 

Then, one day along life's dusty trail of tears he met The Ice Queen, a maverick named Sarah from the State of Confusion north of the lower 48 as she was proud to tell everyone who bothered to listen to her ranting ways. She lived in an igloo. She was the inarticulate queen of the permafrost tundra and badly needed articulation lessons.

She, like old Johnny, believed in Greed, Fear and their offspring. Because he came from A and she came from A they were together in AA. They were in a long recovery program. They prayed together. At AA meetings they stumbled, stuttered and whipped their flag wrapped nags. They assembled their collective naive stupidity and spewed forth vague verbiage designed to attract insecure and desperate people.

And then, the 4th of November loomed on their immediate horizon. It was bigger than a mushroom cloud and more powerful than a radioactive bolt of lightning illuminating the crumbling empire, the decaying civilization and broken financial capitals. 

"It looks like this is the end of the trail," Johnny cried.

Sarah comforted him. "Now little Johnny, let's not forget the good times we had riding the range, and shifting the cow shit left, right and center. Destiny's a funny little creature, you betcha."

"You gotta point there," said Johnny with a final salute. "An old fart with a young pop tart did ok, I guess."

"Yeah, whatever," Sarah sighed. "I'll be back in the saddle before you can say, 'Drill, baby drill."

"Yeah, the thrill is gone."

Metta.

Bird

Greetings,

It's the first. A number, a digit, a finger pointing at the moon. 

Curving white reflection. 8% of full.

Orchids receive water. Gnarled roots snake through charcoal.

Tyrannical brooms caress leaves and stone. Yin-yang.

Charlie "Bird" Parker's sax...read and hear more>

Breath.

Metta.

Hallow's Eve

Greetings,

Your letters say, "A body is required. Unable to complete your request."

Waiting. 31 October. Dark is the night, cold is the ground.

Waiting for the night, for the quiet reflection shadows, waiting for you to rise and fly, to wander among friends,

Sharing stories and tales. Memories of laughter's bliss, music.

Dancing on graves smelling roses, hearing water. How you came to this place.

Bones rest in dust. Exhale exile. 

Waiting. 

Metta.