There are millions of stories swirling around us — tales of whoo-hoo! Tales of OMG-you-have-got-to-be-kidding…
All happening. At the same time. In this crazy world. Like feeling dumb-struck grateful for having two opposable thumbs. Or waking up at three o’clock in the morning with another blast of existential angst. The utter joy when a Gen Z cashier with tattoos, piercings and a beautific smile, bags my groceries at Trader Joe’s. That quick jolt of numbing cold when I get another notification on my phone from… well… the bad news bears.
Stories about remembering — that good health is temporary. So is every one. Every thing. Every moment. Tales about holding on…for dear life. Letting go… for dear life. With a sorta-open heart and kinda-unclenched hands. Thank you for sharing your personal bandwidth and precious time with me and may you find yourself in these stories too.
Please leave your comments because this story-telling business goes both ways. I can’t wait to hear from you!
Hi Everybody! I think he is a mystic. My friend. And mentor. Bill. He lives this life in a different way, as if his eyes can peer through the light dust that covers everything and see right into the heart, the truth of whatever it is. In his younger days…
Ukulele players from near and far settle into the sky-hugging Nugget Hotel for a weekend of “everything ukulele” and then some. This includes two big evening concerts in the historical Celebrity Showroom. Saturday’s opening extravaganza features “The Ukulele All-Stars.” Plans for the Saturday show are still unfolding as we arrive…
Hi Everybody! When all is said and done, the moments of our lives are wrapped in “relationship” whether that momentary connection is with another person, a thing, a thought, a whatever. Something about the ukulele builds and maintains relationships, communities, even. This extraordinary “coming together” was abundantly and joyfully evident…
Hi Everybody! I’m slipping out of the groovy groove I whirl in, here in SoCal. Love Los Angeles. Hardly ever leave Los Angeles. But at the end of the month my ukulele-playing hubby and I are packing the Honda Fit and heading due north, through the Mojave Desert onto Highway…
Let me explain. In this picture I am the “person” on the right. Pointing at the zillion-dollar Lexus sedan which is just out of camera shot, as they tell me I might win it. Yes, welcome to Fantasyland? Oh and the nice lady on the left, in gray, completely in…
Apparently “delegating” is not something we jump through hoops to do. It’s hard for us to admit the obvious, that we can’t do it all. Then again, letting go with clenched fists is not a happy picture either.
