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Friday, November 30, 2012. The little boy taught me a pretty valuable lesson the other day. All my loving, alisa. Thursday, June 21, 2012. I went to havasupai with some friends last thursday.
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Buddhism and the Every Day Life. A Journey Through Life To Understand Happiness. My body is my car. The vehicle that the world invented. I have continually mended and dented. Entwined and possessed within like a curse. Bound to its temporal mortality or worse. Faith encourages us not to panic. Science wants to send us to a quantum mechanic. Where those with extra smart-icles. See us as just potentiality and particles. Let Him with a capital He.
The story of a boy, his cigarettes, and his sword, with some bits about comics and politics and whatever else I feel like thrown in. My novel The Burial is now available for Kindle pre-orders! On July 5, 2015 by vagabondsaint. The day has finally arrived! Is available for Kindle pre-orders RIGHT NOW.
My travels and the people I have met along the way. Casa Del Arbol, Baños, Ecuador. Winter had ended and what remained was a visceral fear of darkness that lingered. This fear demanded something of me. It necessitated a change that needed to occur. I understood this fear and listened to it closely. It was the only thing left that felt real. Tortas de maíz in La Vicentina.