Before My Last Breath

My wife and I have a tradition on new years eve of getting out some large sheets of drawing paper after dinner and start the creative process. Water colors, cray-pas, pastels, pen & ink. Tonight we have five friends over to ring in this next year and each one is engrossed in their respective unique expression of creativity. There is a fire burning in the fireplace in our large dining room as we sit around the table and music is playing in the living room. The vibe is decidedly chill. I love ending one year this way and beginning the next with so much awareness. The other thing we like to do is to put on paper our intent for the coming year. We check in with what we created during the past year and how it felt and what we might change or elaborate on. Maybe it's career based, maybe health orientated, maybe family focused...and we will actually write the words or draw in a picture what it is we what to mainfest during the new year. Without fail every year whatever we have

Still groovin' from that ride we did...so much fun. I wish had me that saucy little table washer from the Rhythm Cafe right 'bout now...had to wash & wax Toruk myself this evening. And I don't nearly have the cleavage that girl did (thanks Harv for the dusty off road excursion). Ahhh man, sometimes I wish all I did was ride...and ride...and ride... Enclosed a couple of pictures from last year in Sedona with another brother in arms. Rode up to the Mogollon Rim for 3 days. Was on a Z1000. Rick was on a ZZR 1200. 151mph across the high desert floor will set you right with the Creator. There is only the Present Moment and a quick prayer that a Jackalope won't step onto the tarmac in front of me. Later on the same ride some vintage Ferrari's thought they could dust us. We blew by them at a buck thirty like they were motionless. Wealthy elderly gentlemen with wives wearing scarves on their heads. Pulling back into our lane as we crested a rise Johnnie

You have to strive every minute to get rid of the life that you have planned in order to have the life that's waiting to be yours. Move. Move. Move into the transcendent. That's the whole sense of adventure, I think. - An Open Life: Joseph Campbell in Conversation with Michael Toms I love this quote (and pretty much anything else Joseph Campbell wrote). When does our “journey” move from resistance to flow? From clinging to the old way of living, from living with an under current of fear in our lives; fear that we aren’t enough, fear of losing what we have, fear of the unknown. Not paralyzing fear. That’s not what I mean – it’s a subtle feeling, a whisper of a voice in our mind that says, “You can’t live like that,” “You should believe like this,” “You’ll never have that,” “Feeling good is something other people can achieve.” Then February comes along and it’s time to head South. Each time I travel to Mexico and embrace Teotihuacan and its pyramids, I experience some