early in the morning

It’s the first morning of a new year, there are two 2025 calendars in this room, and while it is still early, 5:18, I’ve been visited by the word “practice” over and over again. Both as a verb and as a noun. Perhaps I can re-learn guitar if I practice enough. My ongoing daily practice of soberiety (both noun and verb) is held lightly within the boundless arms of my Zen practice.

This week so far, including last year, has held a theme here in the blog of resting with the wonder of uncertainty. There’s something more certain about a to-do list which includes participating in a conversation in Spanish, and writing, producing, and creating an album of proto-punk music directly released out of the old folks home. And yet, list to actuality…..

Like we say, all over the place, practice, practice, practice.