So I’m sitting beside an open window on a blustery New York City eve. I started a new short story. Still working on it, but it starts like this:
My therapist says I have separation issues.
Miles and I used to run around the playground. Not too near kids. Loud ones. You know the sort. Kids on soccer teams in Subarus.
Miles has three fingers on his left hand which I don’t tend to notice and I certainly never mention.
I write a lot about mental issues. I don’t say “illness”, because I’m not so sure how I feel about that term. Continue reading
Since learning of Nathan’s untimely passing I feel like I’ve been in a trance. I haven’t done much creative writing the past few days (gasp). I’ve done a lot of breathing. I’ve stared at the sky a lot. Continue reading
Three weeks ago today I blogged about a conversation I was having with an Artist I love and respect uniquely to any other soul I have encountered.
Ten minutes ago I popped on Twitter to say hello. That’s how I found out that Nathan Wills took his own life on July 27th.
Nathan and I found each other in the early days of FollowMeToNYC when I was soaring the land of social media following conversations of musicians, writers, artists and other lovers connecting through these means. Instantly our conversations went beyond such talents – we talked about infinite love. We talked about one Soul. Continue reading
Namaste international tribe of cult and other lovers
I have been having so much fun writing in a zillion styles over the past days. Aliases everywhere.