Sunflowers, goats, and doing your best.
Bloody Buddha
in which the machinery begins to creak again
No one experiences the secret of freedom, except through discipline.
He could play what was alive or he could play what was dead.
These words have been present in me today. Over and over again they arise, a gentle repetitive rhythm … love, and do as you please.
There is such a damned lot to do and never enough time to do all of it.