Memorial Day...

It is the eve of Sunday... Leslie and Hayley are somewhere in the middle of Washington, having a great adventure story, to be reminisced about at a Thanksgiving some years from now... Zachary, is at his friends for the evening and I hold he is having quite the enjoyable time. Dallas and Jynx, I hold are safe, Blessed and sharing real life with the world they are in. And I, after a week straight of 11 hour days, new menu launch and first week of several new staff, I have a moment to reflect upon those who have come before me...

I will tell it through the unfoldings of an evening spent with my son...

Through the fire...

We all have the experience of the mystics coming to us at some point in our lives. Some have passed through, some resist and become medicated, while others swim through the abyss of their dark night of the soul. Life is constantly asking us if we are willing to be annihilated every day, so that we to may be resurrected into our future selves. This is the challenge, this is the dream.