Here I am, sitting alone, in my temporary room, in my dear teacher, my wonderful friend's, home, in this small German town, where I have visited many times over the last twenty years, this time where I have been given time to reflect and discover fully my connection to my most divine source. It stormed … Continue reading Happy 9th Anniversary… Wherever you are
I've done it. I've dumped can o'max #2. Well, dumping is perhaps too harsh a word. Alas, letting-go may require a big spiritual "shove", so we can get to where we are really called. I didn't sleep much last night (3 hours plus or minus) because I was too friggin upset from my day of … Continue reading I’ve gone and done it, now for the important stuff!
Today, I am afraid to bare myself. To take a dip in the deep blue sea before me. Is it but a metaphor for going deeper into what makes me tick, tock, tick? Is this a familiar pattern of how I have lived my life? Need I ask you to read, to validate my reason … Continue reading Fear of the Deep
Waking far too early (3:30am) to be so, I am writing til I get drowsy, or at least I hope I shall. Having momentarily perused my Facebook page, I noted Max's and my beloved Theatre 68 (LA & NYC) is still requiring funds for their move to new LA quarters. How can this be? This … Continue reading All the world’s a stage… playing my part
I'm on the plane from Vienna to Mytilini/lesbos/Greece ... Having been previously packed like a sardine or anchovy - take your pick, on an Niki Lauder airplane from Frankfurt to Vienna. Oh, this one is also a Flyniki.com plane but it has one more inch of legroom, so I'm now feeling a bit more human, … Continue reading Flying with Niki…it’s all one world
Today I continue on my Good Grief Journey. Thanks to my buying everything, including toilet paper, on my AA Mastercard, I am sitting in the Admirals Club waiting for my flight to Dallas where I will then catch a business class flight to Frankfurt. Waiting in a cushy armchair next to a bunch of businessmen … Continue reading Business Class between worlds.
I nailed the can, first shot! Hey max wherever you are in the great beyond... You must have been guiding me!
It's time to spill the beans, or rather open up the first can o'max and scatter ashes in the garden here in Austin. I'm breathing deeply, tears flowing - there a good memories here of barbecues and beers, plucking guitars n' singing and plunking cans by the railroad tracks, Max is all around us.