from inside The Sane Asylum... Making peace with myself and getting along with it all...
Thursday, October 8, 2015
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Tuesday, October 6, 2015
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Thursday, October 1, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
The Sane Asylum Wisdom Series
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We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds what ever we choose...
Thank you +melya mai |
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
From The Road
He played a selection from Czardas by Monti...He had been trained as a classical violinist in Mexico City and now spent his days wandering the streets of Veracruz giving of his soul to whoever would stop and listen and pay him a peso or two. He taught music for many years but said the young people not longer had interest in the arts.
I treated him to his favorite beer and slipped him a decent reward for his story and song. I watched him walk outside as he waited for a bus ride to take him home with his large and beautiful bass. I motioned for him to return and said, "I am going your way señor, can I give you a lift?"
When we arrived at his one room home on the outskirts of town, he insisted I join him for his daily diet of flour tortillas and onion sprinkled with a little table salt. I must say, one of the best meals of my life, sitting at that small wooden table.
The floors in his home were dirt floors and his north walls were covered with news print and some pictures from playboy magazine. You heard me correctly. We laughed about his favorite month. I still laugh today when April rolls around. I saw small pieces of plywood stacked
neatly in one corner. Seems he spends any spare money he accumulates to buy wood to make ukuleles which he give away to interested children, with a lesson or two. He had several in various stages of completion leaning against the wall. One drew my attention for its color and style, but he refused my offer of payment.
On my departure I asked who was his favorite singer. To my surprise he said, "Willie Nelson". I smiled, offered him an embrace of friendship and yes I did leave twenty pesos under the tin plate.
I often think of my friend with a big heart and a song to give for anyone who will listen. To this day I occasionally sprinkle a little table salt on an onion to honor his spirit. Be well my friend...
His name is Dario...The salt of the earth...
Ego, my friends call me Doc
Saturday, September 26, 2015
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