Friday, January 3, 2014


Carlos Andres Gomez has requested we "start something."

Here at G-G-G we consciously set an intention on November 27th, 2013; in the post Dark Side of the Moon. ("Here in part, is a place to start.") As it is want to do, the Universe responds. Recognition of a problem is 50% of the solution. Now we go forth and demonstrate a new breed of "masculinity." Where our deficiencies aren't defined by others but through our own introspection. That our inadequacies are self-apparent and do not equate to correction through "connection." (he really connected with that right cross) Where the physical imposition of our will inflicted not only on our brothers, but our sisters, wives, mothers and daughters, is seen clearly for what it is; a rejection of the very nature of what it is to be a man. We are caretakers. Stewards. All who enter our experience come under our province. Nurture. Promote. Protect. And yes, at times, rebuke. But with care my brother, with care.

Update: 1-4-14 10:34 AM  Interesting this link appeared on Upworthy ( this morning. Out for at least 2 1/2 years (date of youtube video) it comes to my attention only now. Think Life is validating the message?                                                                                   

Thursday, January 2, 2014


Windswept leaves in life's seasonal storm
I need a place where I can warm
My hands, my feet, this aching heart
But the wind is blowing and I must start
To tumble, twisting along the grass
Across the mountain and down the pass
Then onward, onward, this way and that
Never quite sure just where I'm at
Please make it stop, just let me be
God how I wish for a stationary tree
Those were the days high on a limb
(Although I must say my outlook was dim)
Those were the days up in that tree
(When all I wanted was to be free)
If I had known what I thought I knew
I'd still be there a part of you
When I was up there I wanted down
Once that happened I guess I found
That life is funny, a mystery
Suppose that I should simply be
With my brethren and complete the dance
Enjoy the mingling of luck and chance
To blow and whip and tear around
To skirt and dip and kiss the ground
To hang and glide, to lilt and slide
Make the most until I die...

Well if I do, I think I'll greet
Warmly and fondly the forests' feet
And I shall say; well this isn't sad
I've no regrets with the life I've had


Monday, December 30, 2013


"And if we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some grand Utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory." ~Howard Zinn

Mount up.