Zig-zag yogi since Jesus was a cowboy. My home town was destroyed by 15,000 earthquakes.
I live by the motto “when the shit hits the fan, keep your heart open” (courtesy of Pema Chödrön). MMMV.
Despite the internal detours I have not wandered the thickets of indifference. I credit the dual goads (not goals) of fathering and spirituality.
To stalk my #realface, read my office burn out story, my eulogy to Prince, and my other memoirs.
I wrote you some poems too. Poetry wants to be free.
Minor mania and shape shifting abilities.