Hope, Despair and the Right to Die with Dignity 101

“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)


Entrepreneurs from The Yale Collaborative on Social Entrepreneurship encourage me to craft my Obituary. Know yourself. Bely the everyday. How far have you come? Memorialize where you come from hence.     I will leave you then, a discernable gift. Death hearkens only the dying in glory and quietness shocks only the person whose breath is taken in deep. Remember…

shadow dance

“Tell me that you love me, babe, Tell me that you love me, girl”

The Internet, Shadow Dance


peerpocalypse 18, seaside, oregon april 8, 2018