The love of my life...

my son Aidan...to be 3 in October

Windsurfing at Lake Hattie, WY 9.11.05

Here are some pics of a very beautiful place in Wyoming. Flying across the water at 30+ miles-per-hour is one of those perfect adrenaline-junkie experiences where you are participating physically and psychically in the movement of natural forces typically beyond the grasp of humans. It's momentary bliss with a visceral edge--kind of like meditating in freefall.

Day 1, page 1

Not really. It's been almost 14,000 days since I started my adventure here and I'm still not sure what i want, how do get it and where I'm going.

For certain, the universe inside is exponentially, infintessimally more expansive than the one outside. And yet, in moments of precarious-yet-sublime interconnectedness, they are the same.

The more I abandon farcical anchors intended to harness me to the safety of purpose--those such as religion, politics, nationalism, capitalism, property, even family and personal relationships--the more I soar, unprotected yet free, through the experience of life incarnate, both in the time and space of my physical being, and the timelessness and spacelessness of my spiritual being.

In my case, I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and understanding both physical and metaphysical, and well as a desire to experience the surreal without the use of drugs or alcohol.

Following are thoughts, recollections and experiences. Some mundane, others rich with the stuff of life, depending on your lens and attitude. None of my experiences are special by comparision to others, but each absolutely fanastic in their own momentary existence.

Now, on to the next...