Watch the wind blow.
It blows for you.
It blows so that you feel
the earth’s gentle breath against your skin,
and if you let yourself feel it deeper,
in all of your heartstrings and insides.
It blows for you
to stop for a moment and enjoy.
To feel the goodness of a breeze
that sways the opinion of every leaf
on every tree that surrounds you.
So that you can see
which way it’s easiest to move.
So that we may remember to see
what is here that matters.
So that we allow ourselves to be still.
To find gratitude in life
and in death
and in freedom
and in pain,
and to be washed by the wind.
I am watching wind. And I am grateful.
Welcome, friend.
I’m glad you’re here.
To be safest, I do not claim to be an expert of any kind.
The things that I know, I know because I chose the wrong path, learned the hard way, and oh, how I wish I knew much less. I wish for you a sound mind that chooses the easier road. I have lived, and it has been beautiful and difficult, and I imagine that it will continue to be.
I know for sure that it is best to choose to be moved by the beauty in this moment, and I am often reminded of that by the wind. When I was younger, if I was having a rough day or if the energy was too loud for my heart, I'd go outside to watch it blow.
The first clear memory I have of this, or so the first time I felt aware of what it was doing for me, I was probably twelve or so. It has evolved over my years, but this remains: In any heightened state - in anger, or sadness, or anxiety, or fear - there has always been peace in the trees.
I began to write here at a time that I had too much time to avoid myself anymore. It seems I’ve always needed a quiet room to understand, to forgive, to heal, to be able to hear the thoughts of my pencil on paper. There has been great freedom in it.
Let yourself live through your life with a stillness of reflection into it. Let yourself breathe in and out, slow down, and give yourself a minute a day to watch the wind. Allow yourself the space to hear your creative spirit calling, and do something about it. Journal or paint or dance or create beauty and peace and freedom in your way. I’d like to keep that peace for myself, and I hope you do that too, if it suits your spirit.
Here are the keys to the biggest rooms in my brain, and their contents. Enjoy.
Eaux Me, Eaux My
[Oh me, oh my] for you sticklers, and your French horses.
I’ll be writing my life here. It might be a little heavy, although entertaining if you haven’t heard the stories before. And since I find it fairly impossible to talk about what I think I’ll be writing about, you might be surprised what you find in here. Not like hot air balloons and cabbage-flower surprises. The other kind.
I was raised in restaurants for eighteen years, and within their walls I was gifted a wealth of knowledge that I was paid to learn. I am grateful for it. I am also now a food snob because of it, and I have many thoughts and rantings on the subject. That’s what we’ll do here.
Blessed with a need to never be bored, the answer to my wandering mind is often just to wander. To see something new, to be lost somewhere else, to eat food that isn't mine, and meet people that I wouldn't have otherwise. Some of my greatest moments have been found in a place that there was little reason for me to be in, that I almost didn't go to.
Here, you'll find my thoughts on God, on religion, on spirituality, and for the most part - love and peace, the only things. There is no hate in this love, as I know it. It is good, and I believe it was meant to be that way.
Most of the poems, stories, or future projects in this section began as a love note to someone cute and important in my family. They are all meant to be little letters of affirmation and encouragement for the reader and the listener. Enjoy.