When I was riding through Arkansas last year, I felt somewhat helpless but hopeful. It was Will Rogers’ birthday, and I had run from the eight tornadoes on their way to Oklahoma the night before. The pain in my back was not a great help as I hurried back to Florida to vote.
I was recently reminded of my incredible time being the DOOD at The Flow Factory, and I kinda wanna do it again.
Moving beyond the trappings of religious dogma, I now find myself cultivating a new relationship with what I know as Christ and opening myself to the truth that the Church has long been pointing toward but has never fully achieved in the mainstream belief system.
On my 27th birthday, I got myself a tattoo. I stole the idea from my friend Matt Corbin, who told me on our way back from Alaska about the various tattoos that he eventually wanted to get once he could decide on what the first one was going to be. …
Although I’m a published author and pretty good songwriter and poet, I’m really glad to just be a good artist of life.
