I left a traditional house, in a traditional neighborhood that was walled - broken by divorce and addiction and dishonesty, and was taken in by this place that offered openness , freedom, and endless rabbit holes to explore.
I'm at my best when I'm on the road. I wake up with a sense of urgency fueled by a childlike curiosity about the other humans sharing this experience with me. I live by faith that I'm being guided by a force greater than me alone. I feel connected.
Yesterday, police in Montgomery County, GA posted this picture bragging of their arrest of Hank Ogle and the confiscation of these marijuana plants. I, with thousands of other people, were collectively angered, bewildered and frustrated by this action.
Here's a podcast that I did a while back with the fine folks from Success Freaks. We talk about pimps and Prince and next steps for the project and much more. I love doing podcasts. More podcasts please!
I truly felt like Howard himself had graciously welcomed me to his family, given me a seat at the table, and nourished me back to health. I don't believe I've ever felt the presence of someone who has passed as strongly as I felt his on that Sunday. He may not be physically among the living anymore, but he is very much alive and well in that garden.