Some people find me deep. I'm still trying to find the bottom. Why am I coming across so many unpaired mismatched socks?
Working and playing with my friends and neighbors to manifest an artistic, intellectual, healing community in a gorgeous rural setting along the Natchez Trace is my dream come true. Body, Mind, and Soul complemented with good ole fashioned Western virtue and empirical science. Let's explore the minimal amount of structure a community needs in order to create healthy space for its members [end of recruitment ad].
I am trying to slow down after a workaholic life. Still there is a companion-shaped hole in it. I know there is someone out there who fits it snuggly. Ahhhh
Food glorious food. I I'm not picky. It's more important who I'm eating with. I prefer natural, local fare, the table for two by the window in a hippie veggie joint, or better yet, munching on just picked carrots or radishes plucked from my fields with you on a blanket in the bed of my truck.
But I'll polish off your cheese-fries if you don't keep an eye on me. Say, are you gonna eat that?
Spring water directly from Momma Earth
[You, once I fall in love] (Strike that as it is shamefully possessive)
A healthy degree of freedom.
I believe there can be no relationship without a loss of freedom. Healthy freedom requires a mutually understood definition of foundational terms. And that definition limits freedom. Get it? I'm working on getting it.
Walking outdoors and nature's sensuality slow down my monkey-brain. The so-called New Spirituality assumes that mind is bad and ought to be censured with meditation. Plenty of time to not-think when I'm dead! Hey meditation is great for rejuvenation, stress reduction, and to receive Intention, but thinking is my breath, work is my prayer. I try to know myself and flow with it.
I'd rather be with my new gal and start trying to unravel the mystery of her, knowing Ill never succeed.