I lost my precious thing on the Bicycle Buddha adventure last June. My little black notebook. My archive of jots, quotes, ideas, notes, emails, maps and doodles, the random traces of my mind at work. Somewhere between breaking camp at Fort Rodd Hill and setting up my tent on the beach at the Tawous reserve, …
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The warrior dance
The dragon lives three levels down, somewhere near 140 bpm. In solid techno, the rhythm of power and rage. The essence of me it thumps my solar plexus curling, unfurling one microbeat faster than the heart can race. Hands ball into punching fists pounding feet round the fire stomp boom! boom! with the warrior beat. …
My hair has authority issues
These red roots are planted in my dad’s Russian line, carrying a genetic tendency toward rebellion. My great-grandfather was said to have been a hot-headed ginger and a fine horseman, which may have inspired him to hightail it onto a Canada-bound steamer just ahead of the Czar’s army. My mother’s hair was naturally jet black …
Lessons of Chaco Canyon
Early this morning I sat wrapped in a blanket on the frosty back patio of Querencia. The sun rose over Pikacho Peak. Ravens and chickadees chattered, dogs barked, coyotes scattered, footsteps crunched on snow. The highway woke up then too, commuters zooming through the valley to Santa Fe. Each engine momentarily obliterating the birdsong and …
Offline again
I have gone on another offline holiday — to sink myself deep in practice and silence here at Upaya, and to study the Roots of Awakening. I’ll be back in the etherworld on Feb. 5. In the meantime feel free to comment or email, and I’ll re-connect with you then. Enjoy!