"Self" I do not need to find myself I am myself Whatever's been uncovered or discovered Whatever will change or remain I ride alongside what makes this me The person I was, is, and will be I do not need to find myself I am myself I am not a thing to find like a… Continue reading Some Poetry for your Face
Well this "Tales from Wes the Traveling Monkey" is one for the books. What type of book...eh, jury's still out on that one. SO -- let me paint a picture for you: Coastline area just south of Halifax. Lovely beaches, with lovely trails that bring you to yet more lovely beaches. I got my camera… Continue reading ALL the Things
Funny, the little things you remember. I remember how adults, absolute strangers, used to smile at me when I was a kid. This was long before I realized that lots of adults do that with practically every little kid they see. I would take these interactions -- whether it was a direct, emphatic smile &… Continue reading The Things I Think About After Seemingly Harmless Interactions
"That's a little rough, driving all that way just for some casting." "I don't mind," I reply. "I like driving. Plus, I grew up on the South Shore." "Oh, well that's good, at least! Are you going to visit home?" A sheepish grin creeps across my face. "I'm planning on it." -- I grew up… Continue reading Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig.
The story of D's Nuts first starts with the cupholder in my car. This cupholder holds my nuts. *dramatic pause* But seriously: my cupholder holds my nuts. Peanuts. I keep a bag of peanuts propped up in one of my cupholders for some intelligent snacking. It's there so I have something to tide me over, especially… Continue reading D’s Nuts
You know what can be incredibly relaxing? Savasana, aka that resting pose at the end of a yoga practice. You know what is never -- EVER -- relaxing? The Boston accent. Most of my family grew up in blue collar Medford, which produces one of the thickest accents you will ever hear. I grew up… Continue reading Wicked Good Yoga