A brittle life (in haiku)

this strange existence
in order to shift, change, shape
I must surrender


I had lunch with the very wise John Allison again last week. We spent a lot of time discussing the scary notion of surrendering into our own lives. John continues to leave lasting impressions on me; his reflections on story-telling sparked this blog entry on our Drop Bear Theatre blog last year.

my vice {in haiku}

sweet juicy bacon
how will I ever become 
vegetarian