Oct 6th, 2020. Drinking some orange zest herbal tea as I let my pen flow and my thoughts grow to lend some vibes and glow to these throws of thought in the night, taking my budding imagination flights and setting them gently afloat with a touch feather light. It’s been…

You know the feeling — anxiety and slight dread sitting in the dentist’s chair as they check your gums. They poke away at your gums with a sharp measuring tool and apply gentle prickly torture to make sure you’re not suffering from gingivitis or some other horrible de-toothing disease. …

Where does my pen want to go in this fresh Morning Page flow? Who knows, does it actually matter though? From the page the ink will grow, perhaps smudge, blot at the edges with a slight touch. You slept at an early hour and feel the energy, the coursing power of…

Made some morning coffee to go with this Morning Page for today, 8/13. Your coffee bean grind size, something you’ve been toying with through the gentle whirrr of a hand grinder, really helps realize a different flavor to your dark roast Cuban brew. Too fine and the pour over water…

It’s another Morning Page, feeling pretty sleepy, won’t trip feeling trippy from waking up early. Maybe it’s a symptom of being 32, this tiredness before your morning brew. Ya you know it’s not, this ain’t some illness, it’s just what happens when you sleep a little less, too late. …

Another morning page! More steps towards a new stage, a new age for you, through you, within you, the forces are beginning to brew like a cosmic soul stew. Witches MacBeth ain’t got shit on your morning breath, or the depths to which you’ll flow, here we gooooo! Okay but…

8/10/20, let’s give yourself time aplenty to devote to this Morning Page. You woke and had a 9am call with your coach Kalem. …

Keeping it alive with Morning Pages part 5! Man what a vibe last night! Hanging with Eli, Jill, Trish, Benji and Park, Marco and Rebaldo Canterbury, nerrrrrry a weary, all stayed up past whatever time we usually last and kept each other company sportsing and horsing around, laughter abound and some unmentionables stuck clueless to the ground…

Morning pages part 4! Who’s keeping the score? What for, you word-smithing line-rhyming son of a whore? You owe some people some responses… wait do you? Who do you owe your time to? If not you, do these other people control you? What makes you decide to deride your own…