…something that/what happens…
Something Scribbled
…something that/what happens…
…something that/what happens…
a sensitive and spirited tumbleweed
We're all on a road to somewhere.
"And so she rises, green and bright. She is naked, porous and ethereal, a tiny autotrophic star."
Channeling the multiverse of ideas
workshop studio land
Desert Spirituality for the City
pilgrim roads, rituals & destinations
An online collection of published and unpublished writings
news for & about the philosophy profession
straightforward poems for straightforward people
All my Words are Silent 
I love all the different colors, writing styles. A conversation of tabled selves, coffee going cold as the dialogue goes on…
Thanks so much for finding me to read & think with – keeping the idea of writing alive in me. So happy to see you rumbling on – with dignity & authentic power…
Oh I’m rambling far more than anything. Don’t you ever lose that spark, my friend. 🙂 xxxxx