Friends

I have good friends. One of them lives on Whidbey Island and plays the Mandolin (Mando as she puts it). We got together once, had a great lunch at the Smilin' Dog cafe and walked on the beach for awhile. After sharing a pipe together and enjoying some John Prine jams we parted company. She had a friend in Montana and played a song she wrote for him. Montana is a lucky guy. He came to his senses and moved here, found a job in Port Townsend and hopefully will make Lee a happy woman. Love and light to you Lee, you are a gem.

Lee is a lot like me, has had a measure of worldly success and a spent some time in buddhist practice. Her credentials are better than mine and she sat with Chogyam Trungpa himself. My practice is based as much in books as relationships. Just the same we both walked by the graveyard and felt the hungry ghosts there. As time passes we will meet again, old souls with that special resonance. Many lifetimes pass in an instant of time, I will never forget you.

I've had an embarrassment of riches. No complaints, no worries, no regrets. Living without regret is what Armand offered Louie in a moment of weakness. Indeed, what if that is a lesson I do not want to learn?

Thanks for listening.

Back on track

This is my second attempt to blog my way to fame and misfortune. The first was deleted to preserve a friendship and partially reconstructed here. It would have been much easier to just delete the offending post. I can't say it was a great loss to the literary world. In point of fact it contained information that probably didn't belong on the web at all. Hopefully I've learned a few things and will be more thoughtful this time around. As well as more interesting to read.

So here are my revised blogging ground rules. I will not post anything of a personal nature that makes another human being uncomfortable. Politicians and lawyers are exempted of course. I will ask before using real names or change the names to obscure personal information. If I do the latter I will tell my reader that I have done so. I will avoid sad sack references to the particulars of major mistakes in my life. That's just respect for the reader because bewailing our miserable past is boring. If anyone objects to the content of a posting that involves them in any way I will mindfully evaluate their complaints and most likely delete the post entirely. And above all I will never write a post in any condition that would prevent me from driving without getting arrested or play air guitar without a license. Well almost never.

Let's get the show back on the road.