It is the ego’s dicey proposition that as artists we should always be “special” and different. The ego likes to be set apart. It likes to look down its nose at the rest of humanity. Such isolation is actually damaging. It is like the reverse of the Midas touch turning everything golden into a problem. […]

From the driver’s seat of a U-Haul van, I watched the scorching black snake of highway crawl away across the desert ahead. Swirling dust devils on either side of the road matched the chaos of thoughts that swarmed in my head. “Where am I going?” “Why am I doing this?” “What will happen when I […]

I only know one way to keep or regain a passion for life. The word is porous. Porous. Permeable. Able to be penetrated by. Capable of being drenched all the way through. Vulnerable. There are as many ways of living as there are humans, but there are two main ways of being that determine how […]