A Rant


Why doesn’t Evolve mean something to those who squander about shouting Revolution? I admit, I am sad today. not broken, but saddened by the lack of evolving minds and actions to truly heal ourSelf and help others find that Path.

And not to disengage from the tribulations of others working to live in a more open society around the Planet, but I do acknowledge our country is bereft of major “revolutions” that require uprisings of the vile sorts on both sides, but this is nonsense. Utilize your mind & your ability to be able to speak…yes speak. Out loud. With fierceness. On point. And with passion!

for those who continue to rape, defile, and murder without thought I wish there was a Peace of mind I could offer, but alas all I can do is breathe and make my mind shine even brighter.  You are lost causes for success and anyone who thinks I’m wrong can ask their victims and those afraid to live on this Planet because of them; because of their unfortunate & insufficiently wired minds.

but for YOU who just want to wield your unruly minds and passions to the world I raise my voice and send you this message. You will not stand tall. You will not take me down with your antics. I will burn through your being and resume the path towards happiness. You may abhor the limitations set upon you by government, peoples, or the sorts, but you pick up a gun of uneducation so therefore you have mobility(freedom), you spoke out loud(no speech impediments), and you raised your sordid life for what? If have no idea then your message is not being created well enough so it’s not working.

so what was it all for?

If you live for love then nonsense is not what you utilize for creating change. If you live for a thought, which is fleeting, then you live in fear & only share this. I ask you, Planet Earth, please shine with what you are gifted & be generous with your mindfulness. This goes for me as well dear people; I do not find mySelf best in my Ways but please let’s all take a moment of silent contemplation to breathe in peace & release all that is…I ask you all. Please.


I listened today.

“That’s all”, you ask?  Yes, that’s all I did.

And if asked of you, when was the first time you truly stopped your own thoughts to listen to someone else today? Have I already lost you?

WelI I listened to someone today. And I listened to someone tell me they were so sorry to disappoint me. And it all started with wine.

One day not too long ago I found mySelf in the fortune of a job offer to be a Sommelier. I met quite the human and fell in Love with building harmony and living wine. But I’m not here to reminisce, I’m here to figure out why someone so awesome would disappoint me for not passing an exam. I mean, I haven’t even tried to take this particular exam yet so how I am I the measure of appointing anything? I become even more humbled by such a beautiful creature that wants to nourish me while down, and I realize not defeated. This passion and complexity of strength is overwhelming on so many levels. The level that energizes me most is that of persistence to survive in the brightest light. And for this I will listen to someone every day. Truly listen…with all of me.





The Death of Smoochy

I have always been fascinated by the rantings of those who let us feel with their words; as if their own lips and spit were enough to change the patterns of the UNIverse, stall time, and create a unique twist in the fabric of our minds that would help each of us catch our breath. But while I ponder now I prefer to feel the silence, one coated in the hum of white noise plugging my ears from sanity. Noise that only I can communicate with. The noise of persistence, the noise of compassion, of my own thoughts, my values, and of acknowledgement of what can become. It doesn’t feel so much like terror now as it is invited into each living cell of my body. Rough and intent on ripping through my flesh so there’s nothing left to be found. And yet I feel no pain, no discomfort, just uniformed breathing, like an underwater symphony conducted by my lungs and orchestrated by my glowing organs. For in this silence that drips down my eyes like golden honey I am reminded how sweet I can be, not to you, but to me. I taste the efforts and I sway into the noise of love.