Here I am in San Luis Obispo, CA. It’s late July, 2025, and I’m still getting around. I’m 76. I write a lot, and paint and scribble sometimes. There are moments when my heart feels broken, more often it’s larger with gratitude than all the suns in the sky. I’ve been away from a drink and a drug for a long time, and loving cats and cows even longer. Happily, there is an abundance of them both – cows and cats – here on the California central coast.
I write Morning Pages.
Find me on a mountain, find me on an ocean pier, find me hiking through the woods, as if on pilgrimage. Find me in a coffee shop.
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from a mountain bench 