Author: BuddyCushman

try me

At the tail end of a pajama party Sunday morning I wrote in a steno pad, “Buy James Brown’s Greatest Hits”. An hour later, walking back into this room, I went right to the computer, opened Amazon, and did just that. Ten bucks. The CD was delivered amidst squalls in the rains of yesterday. I…

By BuddyCushman 01/31/2023 0

blogging as an open invitation

I’d say daily blogging – Mondays through Fridays – has changed my life. It was a spontaneous thing, back January 22, 2021, to show up at this space every weekday going forward and try to write engagingly, and with some reward for the reader, how I was that day – what I called just over…

By BuddyCushman 01/30/2023 2

long ago, far away

I began writing, yes I did, all the way back to a column in the high school newspaper. On to a college paper, stumbling into high school sports stringing on both coasts. Off and on Blogs – this one more than four years now. Even writing for work: grant proposal stuff, treatment and service plans,…

By BuddyCushman 01/27/2023 0

hocus pocus

While writing my Morning Pages earlier – having a bit of an unexpected come-to-Jesus meeting with myself – it came to me that, regarding my painting and drawing and neither going on, I have been giving nearly all my energy to why those beloved acts can’t and aren’t happening, instead of giving that energy to…

By BuddyCushman 01/25/2023 0

oh my head

Coming off Fern Street and down Date, I heard the tweet of a hummingbird above. I stopped and looked up and there wasn’t a hummingbird in sight – little magicians, here and gone. There was, though, a small hawk sitting among bare branches about 10 feet up. I said out loud, “Oh my head,” which…

By BuddyCushman 01/24/2023 0

lately, there’s been lots

Last Friday morning my long-time friend Gay in Amesbury, Massachusetts messaged me to let me know Kevin Lawless had passed away. He was living in Florida. He was 73. I met Kevin in 1975 or ’76, somewhere in the miasma of youth-serving agencies north of Boston. I became a co-worker at the Tri-Town Council for…

By BuddyCushman 01/18/2023 2

happy to see

My almost always route for my morning walk is to go over to 28th – there’s the Starbucks at 28th and B – turn north and walk past Ash and Birch and take a right onto Cedar. Over a block and another left, north on Granada, which sends me on my way uphill a long…

By BuddyCushman 01/17/2023 0

expressway to my heart

I woke yesterday with this strange mark on my left forearm. Significant in size, it immediately made me think of the silhouette of a sitting cat. A few moments later I saw the silhouette of a sitting rat. Cats, rats…silhouettes and mysteries. I didn’t and don’t remember banging my arm in a way to cause…

By BuddyCushman 01/16/2023 1

Friday characters

My pal Milky Dent called me very early today. Before most of my morning things. Well before hummingbirds welcomed me to the awakening walk. He said, “I have a thought for you.” I asked, “What is it?” He said, “Being old is a disguise.” I thought I heard him chuckling softly as he hung up…

By BuddyCushman 01/13/2023 0

offers

Walking the talk is an interesting process. Isn’t it? Lately, maybe the last six to eight weeks, I’ve been adding this request to the morning on-my-knees prayers – “Please help me be wide open to the offers from this day.” All of them. As the Zen Koan says, “The Great Way is not difficult when…

By BuddyCushman 01/12/2023 0

esta cancion

I could see my breath on my walk this morning. There were puddles in the street, here and there, leftovers from all yesterday’s rain. The plants, flowers, and trees were exalting in their watered-attention. It’s real easy to see, here in the seaside desert, when thirsty is the usual presentation. We’ve had a lot of…

By BuddyCushman 01/11/2023 0

practice

I would just like to say that as I walk through this world I hold the belief that things are fixable. Pretty much everything. It used to make me crazy, seeing suffering and basic lack of decency and respect, when small changes could and would change everything. It’s like, let’s honor peoples’ lives – really…

By BuddyCushman 01/10/2023 0

it’s a Monday

It’s a Monday, and I write and post posts here in the Blog weekdays, Mondays through Fridays, every week. In fact since back in January of 2021 through last Friday – every day, every week. Some of you reading here now have been along for much, if not all of that ride. I’m grateful. A…

By BuddyCushman 01/09/2023 0

it’s got a good beat

I spent some time with folks in Oakland last night – the marvel of electrics and photons and stuff – and the theme of the conversation was to make your mind a question mark. Kind of like, be the question mark. Hmmm. What do you do with that? For me, I threw open the windows…

By BuddyCushman 01/05/2023 3

I dandelion

Be clear! I only know this because someone told me. At Alcoholics Anonymous meetings on the East Coast, when someone speaks to the group, they are thanked for sharing. In those same meetings on the West Coast, they are thanked for their share. Verbs and nouns. Nouns and verbs. I lean toward verbs. Now, the…

By BuddyCushman 01/04/2023 0

I’m all ears

One of my 2023 New Year Resolutions I was talking about yesterday has to do with better listening. Listen better. Listen with more devotion to really hearing. Every day this year. As this “listen better” has been some kind of awareness calling out for my attention for quite a while, the way I’ve been thinking…

By BuddyCushman 01/03/2023 0

this year

This Blog – couchsurfingat70 – got its start sometime in 2018. In January of 2021, the 22nd to be specific, the commitment to post every weekday, Monday through Friday, fell out onto this page, and I’m happy to say that’s the way it’s gone. No missed days. Now, here’s another year, and I’m especially happy…

By BuddyCushman 01/02/2023 0

chain of cool fools

Maybe you know Paul Simon’s song “Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard.” I mentioned it in yesterday’s Blog post. The schoolyard’s become a favorite place in these latter years of my life – as metaphor primarily, on occasion as solid ground with swings and seesaws when I get there – and I’m always dragging…

By BuddyCushman 12/30/2022 0

swords of color

Right outside my window I see bird-of-paradise flowers. Some withered, past their glowing prime. Others right there, in full glorious bloom – bright orange, with blue runners, a hint of red on the green sheath. Then there are those birds not yet ready to fly, formed with all that joyful promise, and waiting. Waiting for…

By BuddyCushman 12/29/2022 0

who’s advertising?

My disease slipped out of the corner yesterday and came close by me. It did not whisper, the way it likes to do. It spoke clearly – “Maybe you should start drinking again. People liked you better then.” Actually, I wasn’t particularly surprised. The last week or so I’ve been spending a whole bunch of…

By BuddyCushman 12/28/2022 0

pier dreams

I hope these holidays – the ones which count most for you – have been friendly and loving. The song says “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” Hoping that’s how it feels. My Christmas day yesterday was the most wonderful time for me. Very special, friendly and loving. Some of the Christmas hours…

By BuddyCushman 12/26/2022 2

still waiting

This is the deal. I woke up and got out of bed at 2:53 this morning. Sliding out of bed seemed slightly better – more wonderful even – than staying under the warm comforters. All of a sudden my day became stretched by more than an hour and a half. Not exactly alchemy – but…

By BuddyCushman 12/22/2022 0

old-fingered joy

I was attending an LA Zoom writing group back a few months ago, probably went to and with them five times. Then off to Idaho for my son’s 30th birthday, and when I came back I felt a hesitance to commit to three hours every Wednesday morning/early afternoon. Most of which was attendees reading the…

By BuddyCushman 12/20/2022 0

maybe

A rather long piece about clouds having their silver linings began forming in my head on this morning’s walk, the next Blog post. But, it’s Friday and I have some stuff to do. So, I’ll say it with fewer words. Sometimes things can seem – and be – so terrible, and somewhere on another side…

By BuddyCushman 12/16/2022 0

musical chairs

I don’t know how many times I’ll have to – I’ll get to – wake up all over again. When I was a kid it was straight forward. Take the Everly Brothers – “Wake up, little Susie.” The ‘busted’ jolt of, “Wake up, you’ll be late for school.” Farther along the path came Harold Melvin…

By BuddyCushman 12/15/2022 0

lou reed stuff

I was seeing the cars with my ears on this morning’s walk. One time it was raining on me, the sun was shining on me, and I could see my breath – all at once. Yeah, I saw this too. All my senses showed up for the view.

By BuddyCushman 12/13/2022 0

words can be playful

Lately, a word which has floated through my mind a bunch, here and there, now and again, is this: “Recalibrated.” I kind of love that word. If you know me you know I’m fairly clueless when it comes to things mechanical and technical, science stuff and for sure math. Maybe “recalibrated” takes you to those…

By BuddyCushman 12/09/2022 0

everything I needed to learn

I began walking the same early-morning route every day, except Sundays, early last summer. When September came around, and school started again, I amended my steps and cut back toward my neighborhood on an earlier street. Wisely deciding to mostly avoid the realm of tons of kids and lunch pails, moms and dads, and cars…

By BuddyCushman 12/08/2022 0

all the dancing

I woke up this morning strangely alert. Lighter, like some of me had fallen off in the night. There’s Stevie Wonder and there’s Marvin Gaye, and there’s me dancing all over the place, sitting quite still in the recliner, a small oil palette and notebook on my lap. “Is there enough coffee in the world?”…

By BuddyCushman 12/06/2022 1

showers while flying

Somewhere in the middle of the night I thought I heard rain softly falling on the condominium complex roof. It could have been dreaming. But, sure enough, there were puddles all over when I left for this morning’s morning walk. Not long into my walk the sky began misting so heavily that only a weatherman…

By BuddyCushman 12/05/2022 0

a new Friday

The last three sentences from today’s Morning Pages: “And slow-motion brain requests best attention whenever getting there from here, here from there. Seeing the traffic while not bothering it. Here’s a new Friday falling out of the world.” What we got.

By BuddyCushman 12/02/2022 0

what kind of bird am I

The other morning the song “What Kind of Fool Am I”, sung by Robert Goulet, strolled into my head. Who knows why these things happen? – I don’t. I mentioned it to someone and then it wasn’t there anymore. Then, on my walk yesterday morning, it came running back into my head, waving its hands…

By BuddyCushman 12/01/2022 0

spying

If you follow along this blog – rather painstakingly some days I’d guess – you know I talk about Zen Koans a lot. In “The Spy Who Loved Me”, Carly Simon sang “I wasn’t looking, but somehow you found me.” That’s exactly how it was, and is, with the Koans and me. And if “spying”…

By BuddyCushman 11/30/2022 0

it rained last night

“Ah, you are kind – and I? must dance with the wind, make my own snow flakes, whistle a contrapuntal melody to my own fugue! Huzza then, this is the dance of the blue moss bank! Huzza then, this is the mazurka of the hollow log! Huzza then, this is the dance of rain in…

By BuddyCushman 11/29/2022 0

a private joke

This is a Monday morning. Two cups of coffee, two Koans, a shower of back-and-forth texts with an angelic grandmother, my forever Morning Pages (from which sprung today’s post title), a walk mimicking the other days’ walks, and in which my right knee thought the “joke” thing was pretty fun. Off to Trader Joe’s, out…

By BuddyCushman 11/28/2022 0

Doug’s still with me

Not so long ago, within all the years of this life, someone stopped loving me. Recently someone new has arrived to love me, again. I’ve wondered out loud, “Do we get second chances?”, and in my case the answer is “Yes.” Yesterday I was fortunate to have Thanksgiving dinner with four other people. Last year,…

By BuddyCushman 11/25/2022 1

I’m right here

I guess I can say I’ve been something like “hung-up” on the word “Here” the last few months. The idea behind the word, beyond the dictionary. A few months back I sat down in a meditation meeting in Ocean Beach, about six miles from this keyboard, and I’ve certainly rejoiced in both my boogie boarding…

By BuddyCushman 11/22/2022 0

seeing

When I first glanced at this picture high up on a wall in a Mexican burrito shop in the North Park neighborhood of San Diego late Saturday afternoon I saw a woman’s face. There were many paintings and other pictures on the shop’s walls, almost all faces with some distortion in the most interesting way.…

By BuddyCushman 11/21/2022 2

in the still of the night

I found myself awake through most of the night last night. I can’t say why. Awake is awake. I was aware of the quiet, the solemn stillness of the middle of the night. Something nourishing, reminding of the question, “What does the moon make grow?” There was a time when being awake in the middle…

By BuddyCushman 11/17/2022 0

off to elsewhere

I awoke this morning – so grateful for another day – my mind all swirly with music. For instance, while writing my Morning Pages the song “Maybe” by The Chantels (1958) appeared (“Maybe, if I pray every day…”), followed quickly by Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers’ “Government Center”, (1972), such a joyous Boston song…

By BuddyCushman 11/15/2022 0