i am Q. i am novice Q to be certain, but Q none-the-less. Yesterday, i had a chance to be the seeker to other Q and i had a chance to receive… to receive counsel and love… to feel acceptance… to be challenged. It’s not easy seeking. i benefited from the experience and am grateful … Continue reading
Some people serve a particular deity (or more than one). Some serve their own interests alone or the interests of their tribe without thought of something greater than that (i’d say i was solidly in that camp not so long ago). Some choose to serve an earth-bound Master. And yes… some serve many in multiple … Continue reading
i’ve wanted to write about this restaurant since i left a bright Cleveland sidewalk and walked through the rusty old bank doors… as my eyes adjusted to its quirky architecture and art, i was sold. When i tasted the food? i was sprung… loved the experience. It’s called Touch Supper Club. You can visit the … Continue reading
i spent another weekend with kindred spirits in a nice secluded spot on the planet. Most of the time was spent in the bunkhouse… the most interesting place in its simplicity of form but complexity of function. In that place, people share trials and triumphs, engage in philosophical and metaphysical discussions that make my head … Continue reading
At heart, i am a researcher. We like to triangulate. We ferret out details, we collect data, and we like to confirm findings… oh… confirm, confirm, challenge again, confirm. It’s the scientific process. It exists for a reason; it allows humans to suspend affective responses and to see reality… to understand the world empirically. It … Continue reading
i passed a very nice Christmas. It was the first Christmas in recent memory that had no tether to my father (he called but i didn’t pick up or check voicemail). i replied to a text from my brother. i didn’t call my aunt. i made a purposeful decision to speak to… to touch… the … Continue reading
i don’t want to get married. Fact is, i’ve been there done that But this country i call home said i could marry MrX because he had testicles and i had ovaries… so what if he was a violent jerk… it was a proper marriage… disastrous, though. Ah, but when J wanted to be my wife? i … Continue reading
