The Life of Brian (In the Now)

6:49 am The lyric whistling of this morning's first bird call greets me and then... Silence. Twenty or thirty seconds later, my early bird companion calls again for just a few moments before flying off. The lone whistle fades into the distance and then silence again, leaving only the stream as I type. A gecko [...]

6:59 am. The other early birds are already awake as we all anticipate the new year's ever lengthening of days. The morning glow continues to expand. I exchange sweetheart-filled greetings as I type, diverting attention only to look around in awe. My life, my love... Innumerable blessings. I check the media for the few seconds [...]

It's nearly noon on yet another quiet, lovely day in my little corner of paradise. It wasn't quiet last night though. As expected, the sounds of distant (and not so distant sounding) explosions went on and on, till well past the designated hour for ringing in the new year. Happy 2019! Yay!! For the last [...]

6:49 am and I'm awakened by... I'm not sure what. Was it one of the imaginary sounds from a dream? My dreams were so random, and during the night it's impossible to even guess. It wasn't that bird whistling, I know that. 7:00 am and I hear it now as if on cue, as if [...]

Menya Le Nood was packed this afternoon. Tommy, Kev and I had to wait for quite a while but as usual... It was worth it. I miss the large reproductions of sumi-e (a style of ink painting) by Miyamoto Musashi on the walls from back when the place was named after that sixteenth century ronin/phosphor/artist. They [...]

It's quite a rainy morning here in my little jungle room near the end of Waikupanaha street. My little corner of paradise. A good time to edit my book, play music, read, watch Netflix, write this and think about my sweetheart... ------ Yesterday I left the property earlier than I'd expected so I didn't write my [...]

Whatever you practice, you'll get good at. ------ Prem Rawat ------------------------------------------- From last night's dream... A huge truck (an "eighteen-wheeler") approaches. It's obviously custom-built as a luxury vehicle and the guy standing next to me is operating it by remote-control. He insists I get in so he can give me a ride to the concert. [...]