I often can't find the words to describe the UnCommon Touch experience. So, I'll let another tell you a little about it!
I don't share with many folk the experiences I have with some frequency; almost daily. I'm not quite sure why I tend to keep them to myself. I think there are a combination of factors. They are at once deeply moving, awe-inspiring, sometimes physically taxing, some more ‘ecstatic’ than others, and seem just for me. … Continue reading Becoming Horse
Every now and again, I feel the need to get a taste of my own medicine. When I do that, I click around and find out when and where Panache Desai is going to be. This time it was Black Mountain, North Carolina. What's little road trip? Only seven hours between here and there, right? … Continue reading A Taste of my own Medicine, Self-Worth & Pissin’ People Off
Unknot the knickers, unpinch the panties; it's not in the nikked sense of the word, it's in the George Carlin sense. Not exactly rated-G but not porn. So, I had an inspirational experience this morning on Twitter. Because it's one way I communicate w/ the world and because I believe in putting all of me … Continue reading Inspired by Fucking-Sharing a Twitter experience of Being Ing (Get it? Be-Ing?)
When I woke up this morning, I felt my body pulsing in a manner not entirely my own. It's not an unusual thing for me. I always know I'm connected to you, he, she, that thing both within and without that connects us all. It's not unusual for me to feel another's heartbeat alongside mine, … Continue reading This Morning Say I AM You
This post is inspired by two events last week. The first involved a session with a new client; the second, a reminder from Panache Desai to play like a five-year old. On Saturday, a new client came to see me for a number of reasons--some shared, some not. He happens to be an older gentleman, … Continue reading On being childlike
Simplicity seems to baffles many folks. Because we want to understaaand stuff. The hows of stuff. The whys of stuff. How does it fit with what I think I already know? Which box of life-data do I put this information in so that it makes sense to me? This concept has become stronger over the course … Continue reading Finding my voice