“write something every day for one year.”

day#31

1.31.10

4 full moons.  the sun diving to the horizon.  the naked trees stand proud and comfortable in the bitter cold.

4 full moons

wellesley, ma

1.31.10

“write something every day for one year.”

day#30

1.30.10

intoxicated in boston.  adventures at the bar.  #30 was my football numba in high school.  today my best friend from high school (who was one of the captains on the team with me our senior year, we also went to college together) is getting married.  it is the 3:42am and i am under the influence typing at the kitchen table of my parents’ house.  it is cold and the moon is full.  i got dreams and aspirations and the love of centuries.  my heart is as full as the moon.  i wear it on the sleeve of my hoody.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#29

1.29.10

linden sub. emails and budgets. fresh snow. bright sun. running brook. picture is UP in 5 days.  lady grey tea.  half and half and agave.  weddings and old friends.  shabbat shalom.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#28

1.28.10

old pocket notebooks.  1991.  19 years of scribble.  from the pen to the laptop.  the room stays the same but gets filled with different things.  trophies and books now hidden behind curious george stuffed animals.  and it’s been like this for years.  but once there was a time, when this room was alive, with me.  and those old pocket notebooks, were fresh, crisp and empty.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#27

1.27.10

up all nite.  bloody mary breakfast.  LAX-BOS.  the shuttle driver played smooth jazz 94.7 the wave on our brief ride from the parking lot to the airport.  “the ladies dig it too” i said with a predawn smile.  he laughed with experience and agreed.  i gave him a tip of 51 cents cuz i didn’t have any cash in my wallet.  he accepted gratefully.  the bloody mary i had with breakfast was huge and a double.  my dent was slight by the end of the meal and got it taken off my bill.  the 6am set list at glandstone’s in the virgin america terminal at LAX included “don’t you want me baby”, “take your mama out” and “superstition”.  i upgraded to main cabin select seating row 3 for $100 which included free movies and 4 more inches of legroom.  i was able to watch 2/3 of transformers revenge of the fallen.  i especially liked the scenes in ancient times and egypt.  and yes, megan fox is wicked hot.  shia has always bothered me, ever since the first season of project greenlight.  i still don’t know what happened at the end of the movie.  on board flt #360 there was no one in my aisle and i slept most of the way as we flew across america.  the president is speaking right now giving his 1st state of the union address.  i type from the kitchen table of my parents’ house sitting on a chair built to resemble john wayne.  and the chair has succeeded.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#26

1.26.10

i am ecstatic.  each cell of my being screams “I AM ALIVE” and as the rain falls again on los angeles, my dreams take to flight.  so much love, so much gratitude.  it is ON!!!

“write something every day for one year.”

day#25

1.25.10

potato skins and chicken soup with rice.  making lists of things to do.  brahms and the dishes.  wash your face.  floss and brush your teeth.  your stars beginning to align and take center stage.  time for some action.  a time it was and what a time it was.  emails, phone calls and text messages.  focus on sight.  ain’t nothing to it, but to do it.

“write something every day for one year.”

day#24

1.24.10

a pump in your veins.  a sip of ginger ale.  the heat is on and the sun has set on a sunday so cozy.  teams are playing to play in the super bowl and dance floors are rocking past dawn.  no matter where you are, no matter who you be.  lookin over some previous posts, thinkin “there’s some good shit in there dude.”  hey jack kerouac!  it’s a discipline and a joy.  getting back to your roots, like religions take the best of what you’ve done.  disregard all the rest with gratitude .  no attachment.  no crutches.  you got wings, it’s time to fly!  and you can only soar if you’re grounded, centered.  an empty vessel through which spirit can sing.  gate gate para gate para sam gate bodhi svaha

“write something every day for one year.”

day#23

1.23.10

on the cushion.  at the kitchen table.  shabbat shalom.  amen aho hallelujah!  sad and triumphant niguns.  leha dodi.  prayers and prostrations.  downloads and visions.  cooking once, cooking twice, cooking chicken soup with rice.  shoot everyday.  cut every night.  you got stories to share.  share what you love.  intended direction but listen to the flow and act accordingly. constantly making space for miracles to occur.  a triumphant footloose as the confetti falls on a dream coming true.