The waves of love are such
as you could find in the confines of the written word
They appear upon me like a river coursing through
First edges of a mountain lake
the water seeming to know math
Gravity in motion slipping furtive, innocent
like the first held hand in young love
They fought like something had come loose in the Evercore
that part of the self that is flexing, strong
unyielding in itself, truth self-evident and no longer
able be brushed aside with a half-lie or eye-laugh
standing effervescent in a dress of goldenseal
wanting recognition for expression itself
It’s Sunday, June 7th, the 78th day of Corona Quarantine here in Los Angeles, and I just got off a call from my Dad telling me his best friend has died in a hospital in western Colorado. My Dad, he’s shook up, and he wants to drive to Colorado from Michigan to be with the his grieving family friends. He mentions there may be a funeral in Ouray on Saturday, June 13th.
Like Jodie Foster in Contact, I get to work building a technical framework for building Trust and Safety into the potential upcoming interactions with family and loved friends…
As I reflect back on the decisions I’ve made around my career, and the amazing opportunities and privileges afforded me by this universe, I am certain that now is the time to drop in and surf the wave in front of me to the next crest of value I can offer this world.
Today I am launching my new business, Coherent Capital. The purpose and mission are clear — to help innovative companies click into the flow of their highest potentiation alongside a trusted fundraising partner.
Within health and wellness, and, more broadly, the conscious design of technology for the…
Yesterday our eCommerce site, Innerstate Shop, tracked down the origin of a series of suspicious orders dating back to May 13th. It appears criminals are using stolen credit card information and Shopify fraud checks did not catch any issues.
But for the loose tongue
Looking for a space to fill
There would be no word like Life
Life did not give us yesterday
Nor does it share with us tomorrow
Life isn’t won or widowed
Not draped in loss or sorrow
Life owes nothing to no thing
Takes no space or shrine
Needs no forced tangental handcuff by myopic phrase divined
Nowhere is an essence fully captured by one word
That is not Just Life
Life would wear no such dress
Life would ne’er be a noun
Nor be objective
Erase this lazy word from…
One of the most seductive lovers you can fall into depths with is The Story of who they are to you.
When you catch sniff of that lingering trace of Back Then, an easy, beautiful script unwinds and plays itself out, from the back of the stage to the front.
It is a lie if told as you see it.
As a story, your Father reads backwards.
Your first Father is the shelf upon which you set your purpose. He is the fine shining example of what the world is supposed to be. His manners are…