North Fork

July 1, 2015

We were evacuated on Day 7 of the Vipassana course because the Corrine Fire was ripe. Gobbled up 1000 acres. I caught a ride West with the meditator in front of me. Clay. We ended up at a Vipassana center North of San Francisco to serve. I left the service period early to let a hand injury heal up. Flight doesn’t depart til July 6 so I decided to follow the day. A woman at the center was headed to a midwife in Petaluma. Of course Sarah Healy’s home is there. Sarah told me where the hidden key is. On the way I opened my phone to see social media fireworks for legal love. Spent the night meditating with Jasper the cat purring snug in my lap. Bus to Oakland the next day for surprise reunion BBQ with the Kagan-Trenchard’s and crew. The Gideon Hug. Of course Anis is in town. Revival. We slept in a Berkeley hilltop home with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. Took a train to San Francisco Pride. Met up with Joe and Stephen at the heart. Nikki too. Huge smile. Dipped out to catch the BART in time for Alameda dinner with Berardi’s. On the way from Joe Kowalke to Jon Berardi there was a clearing in the crowd and a view of the city. I stood still there, listened to a man play Pachelbel’s Canon on a stringed harmonic lap piece. Joe, Jon and I met exactly 20 years ago at a camp in Indiana. We were on the same team. They played Pachelbel’s Canon at the graduation. The Berardi’s left yesterday for Indiana. I am in their new home until my flight leaves on the 6th. Thanksgiving all week long. If you caught my post a couple months ago about the hitchhiker I picked up in Oregon 1000 miles away from where I met her last year, you can appreciate that of course we crossed paths yesterday. We ate Thai food in the shade and paid attention. She’s on her way to Mount Shasta with her new gold dog. Of course she needed a ride to Muir. Of course that’s where I first said the words “You’re amazing for the things you see.” Of course I said it to Jon Berardi as Joe ran laps on the horizon line. Of course we took a selfie and I touched the ocean. Tonight I’m having dinner with Katie Wirsing. We’re gonna watch Anis feature in Berkeley at The Starry Plough. Get here. It’s not that far. My whole life people told me Venus is closer to the sun than us. Of course, tonight it has made its way, near Jupiter. Look up.



    On with body

    June 10, 2015

    Nearly a month straight of cooking my own meals,
    yoga, CrossFit, pool, sun, NBA Playoffs with Andrea,
    watching the kids at the skate park,
    seeing Evan Young give his graduation speech,
    meditation, reading Cristin‘s New York Time’s best-seller (!!WHAT?!),
    bike rides near the racing creek,
    fun with the local improv acting crew,
    writing again, recovering from 16 months touring,
    catching up with friends, facing West.
    life after survival
    Departing Boulder tomorrow for Cali to do a show in Fresno
    then be at a Vipassana center ( until July 5th.
    Will be off the grid without phone or email,
    so if you post or send a message and there’s no response… fair enough.
    Boulder, I’m sweet on you, and I’m coming back for a second date,
    tubing, batting cages and a guitar (so I can get the basics down for that
    new CD we’re recording at Besiendershuis Nijmegen, 2016).


      Now cake

      June 4, 2015

      For weeks I’ve been privately listening to all things Eckhart Tolle on YouTube as I hole up in a now sunny patch of Boulder, well-recovering from tour, having reluctantly sold off everything I owned once more in order to detach, start over, largely living in a state of “we’ll see.” Thank goodness. What’s left is packed in a bright blue bag at the foot of a bed in the guest room of a friend’s home. I just now found this clip of Jim Carrey introducing Eckhart Tolle, six years ago today (June 4, 2009, my birthday), when I realized a lifelong personal goal. I could hardly be more on board with the volition in this video and what it represents. This post I’m posting is from a place of being stoked on serendipity, not a ploy for bday wishes. Not necessary. This year what I want is to introduce you to my love. Please, be a respectful family about the video clip I’m bringing home for you to meet… If you disapprove, maybe that’s a-okay and you’ll still find it in ya to bite your lip, observe without comment, and just be happy that I’ve fallen in love again, with the point of this video. I’m probably gonna ask it to marry me:




        May 21, 2015



          Hella Dimmer Switches

          May 20, 2015

          dimmer switches
          Jon Berardi y’all.


            Guitar Repair Woman

            May 13, 2015

            I was at a Vipassana course when Mother’s Day arrived
            so Mom made a collage in our honor.
            Commenting on my affinity for Conway Twitty’s glasses
            during a time of Journey and the Miami Vice everything-must-go rack
            would just be downright cruel.
            mom collage
            Sorry about the glare off my chin in the right side pic.
            It was an accidental collision between the flash and the Clearasil.
            I love you, Mom.


              The ticklish forever

              April 29, 2015

              Walkin off the grid to Vipassana til May 10th.
              the ticklish forever
              Be good to each other.


                Free may have made it hard to breathe

                April 23, 2015

                1) If forced to pick a favorite, this.
                2) It’s been up for over a year and has 180 views.
                I’ve watched it at least 27 times.
                I’m in love and can no longer be selfish.
                I write alongside it when no one’s watching.
                3) It’s 16 minutes and 31 seconds long,
                which statistically means only about .75 of you
                will ever click play, hungry badgers.
                4) Consider passing the video on to true-of-heart quality
                artists navigating in good form, whether in front of 15 or 15,000.


                  Puzzles with Mom

                  April 22, 2015

                  Puzzle 2
                  Mom and me 2

                  April 21, 2015

                  Mom Puzzle
                  Mom and Me


                    Today I met my nephew

                    April 18, 2015

                    Liam Zane


                      In Concert

                      April 16, 2015

                      One of the most influential and trusty heroes
                      of my college years, Lee Shefferman, saw a poster
                      for the the final show of this epic Riled Up
                      and Wasted On Light World Tour, which will be
                      realized tomorrow where he now works as
                      a counselor at UNC in Greeley, Colorado.
                      Neither of us knew til last night.
                      Tonight I got to eat dinner with he and
                      his two little girls (made out of calm candy and
                      smiles that melt steel). One of them sang me a song
                      from Little Mermaid. Whole restaurant clapped when she finished.
                      There are 16 months (maybe 40 years) of reasons
                      I hold these tears on top of my face,
                      all of which have to do with arriving.
                      Lee and me
                      See y’all tomorrow night for one last show
                      (before I fly to Texas and put puzzles together with Mom!):
                      Tickets via
                      Coincidence must be made of magnets.


                        Land the plane

                        April 15, 2015

                        I was the ONLY passenger on the flight into Kirksville, MO.
                        Captain Matt let me ride shotgun.
                        We were 8000 feet up when he took this picture.
                        Kirksville Flight
                        Thank you Truman University
                        for an unforgettable second-to-last show
                        of one long motherlovin world tour.
                        And thank you aggressive handsome man in the St. Louis airport
                        for offering me a handjob at the urinal.
                        While I didn’t feel comfortable accepting,
                        I was having a bad hair day
                        and ya really made me feel like one of the gangbang.

                        “…and I lift my glass to the awful truth
                        which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth
                        except to say it isn’t worth a dime.” – L. Cohen


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