Can anything ever, so beautiful, die? So sexy. So alive. So hot. So bright. Lou Reed. John Lennon. Glenn Freye. Freddie. Bowie, Dylan, Keith and Mick. All dying suns. Shooting stars. Burning always through night sky.
Category: Aging & Dying
The wake of Kenny-La
Kenny was the reddest man I have ever known. Pure fire. A burner, of bridges and walls and so much more. He left a wake of creation and destruction, chaos and art. Kenny was my teacher in so many ways. He taught me about my own anger, my ego, my pride. There were times I …
In love with a boy and his dog
I am in love with a boy and his dog. It’s an old-fashioned sort of a thing. Because mostly how things go in these fast-moving times is: you meet, and you flirt, and then you have sex. Sometimes on the same day, or maybe on the second or third date. And then hormones explode and …
Mine won’t be having any
I was hanging out at the cafe with two longtime Island friends. Both about half a generation ahead of me in age. The g-word came up (grandkids!) and Kate immediately started in on the marvels of her latest grand-progeny. Denise, an accomplished qi-gong instructor and youthful, energetic force, shrugged. “Mine won’t be having any,” she …
My dharma nephew Misha Mountain
This is Misha Mountain Ross Schmitt, my new dharma nephew. His mom is my dharma sister, Red Sara Ross. Misha entered into the world in a brave and unorthodox way— a bicycle buddha baby for sure. Long before we were dharma sisters, Red Sara and I spun through each others’ orbits. Coinciding at Vancouver art …