I give thanks for this beautiful day,
the moon once stationed
over us, slowly fading as the sun
crawls from his cave on the other side of the planet,
and sends his fingers through
the white curtains, onto my face
as I brew coffee.

I give thanks for the passing
of the sun from one corner of his office
to the other,
how each section of the day feels
differently, the rise and crash of energy and focus.

I give thanks
for the living creatures here with me,
to the peregrine falcon
at watch on phone wires;
for the foxes in the barn.

For them I am grateful for the company,
a reminder that we are only one type
of being on Earth
and each of us together makes
the web of identity. Thanks

For the effort it takes to peel an orange.
For the phrase “a pinch of salt.”
For the smell of cut grass.
For the seeds we plant each spring and the crop we harvest each fall.
For the hot glove of a fireplace. For the cool kiss of breeze.
For laughter and games and a glass of wine.
For creating art from just a pencil and a muse.
For the ideas of children and the whisper of wind.
For the sound of branches breaking in dead weight.
For a strong and resonating drumbeat.
For the moment you come inside from a long day being out.
For building more bridges than we burn.
For the understanding that not everything goes as planned.
For the pleasure of learning your plan wasn’t a very good one, anyway.
For holding someone’s hand as if you were holding their soul.
For ever.
For not.
For going.
For staying and returning.

For finding something new you like to do, even though you’re older.
For those interesting things, like sculpture, that you don’t do,
but think is great to exist in the world for others.

And this moment as it comes and goes,
with all its struggle, pain, and seriousness-
also the joy, the beauty;
all its freedom, passion,
for all its wisdom, the hush and cry;
for the ever passing moment of Now.
For this we can be most thankful

because it surely is enough.

Happy Halloween 2014

Apologies for not having posted something in a couple of weeks. Besides being busy with Halloween, my favorite holiday, I’ve been hard at work with many of my projects.

Halloween was fantastic this year. My lovely partner and I went as a jam band. I went as blueberry jam (on drums), and B went as strawberry jam (on guitar). We made cookies, pumpkin pie, went on creepy witch walks, enjoyed Hocus Pocus, Pan’s Labyrinth, and other content-specific films.

As of now, I’m still enjoying the holiday. Today, November 4th, I carved pumpkins, prepped roasting their seeds, slow cooked some ribs in sweet Vermont maple BBQ sauce, and am cranking Rush at high volumes. I capped the afternoon with the black lab- we went out along the birch trees in time to see the sun claw through the clouds enough to set in front of us.

Unfortunately, although I’d love to never work, I’m not yet a professional writer making a salary solely on my wordplay skills, and thus have also spent time applying for jobs. I have many interests as well as skills: marketing, writing, education, environmentalism, grant writing, social media, music, journalism, and public speaking- but you’d be amazed at how harsh the job market still is, since my days three years ago when I last lost hours upon hours combing classifieds.

I have taken creative time, however. I picked up work on my novel again, which began in 2009. Hopefully you’ll be seeing it in completion one day soon. As I gain momentum as a freelance writer and publicist I’ll eventually have enough time to just finish the damn thing, but you know how it goes- not to mention that I tend to bounce from manuscript to manuscript, poem to poem. The novel is further than it ever has been before, though.

For continued suspense, I won’t yet tell you a thing about the story, save to say that fans of steam punk will enjoy it in modesty, and those who enjoy a caper will perk up as well. During a writing break, I also went back to my previous novel, still in its second draft, and read the introduction again. This reinvigorated my love for the project and I intend to take that up again, too.

Now that my music website, Angelica Music, is closed down, I don’t have to dedicate so many nights interviewing musicians- which I loved doing, by the way- and then transcribing, editing, and sending off my articles. There was also much time invested in managing contributing writers, interns, and performing social media tasks. And although I miss the website, I keep up my music journalism skills publishing to this blog, Cider Mag, and some soon-to-be other entertainment periodicals.

The applications are in, the novel at a break point, Halloween over, November starting, and so I had just enough time to write this update. I hope to give you more soon. I’m starting work on my next motivational speech, entitled “The Professional F**k Up”, which I hope to complete by New Years.

To sum: I am happy, out in nature, inspired, tired, and creating like I haven’t in years. Stay tuned, True Believers.