I love to tell stories in words and pictures.
I run Lujo Records and I work with start ups in the Silicon Valley.
I hope you like my blog.
If you do, I hope you say hello.
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
-Ranier Maria Rilke
photo by Calder Montana
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."
– Ellen Bass
“The natural world is so outlandish and bonkers and stimulating that we have to tamp it down with some robot dance moves and find a ritual we are all familiar with so we can proceed calmly through this life together for a moment.” -Rachel Kessler
It’s true. We’re all trying to find a way to make sense of things, aren’t we? I know I am. I spend a lot of time - too much time, probably - having cicular converstations with myself on topics I will never work out. Once in a while I bring a poor sap in on these conversations - bless his/her heart.
Scientists, poets, artists, engineers - we aren’t so different. We’ve all created structures to try and make sense out of things. And the truth is, if we’re all honest with ourselves, a lot of life doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.
But even though we’re the same, our paths do diverge. Though we’ve all created these structures in an attempt to bring clarity and calm to life, some of us choose to push the panic button with the information (or lack there of) we find, and some of us choose to revel in its inherent mystery.
I chose the latter.
What do you chose?
