OK, I’ll be the first to admit it: the last post was just too fucking long. Plus, it crossed a couple of my self-imposed semi-boundaries. So, I’m going to move it into a new little satellite cluster of windbaggy stuff. I’m thinking of calling it “Burr’s Bullshit.” Be that as it may, promise to write a ADD-friendly “what I learned from my friends the boots” very soon.
Also, anyone who has suggestions for how to walk the fine line between laughing until I pee and wordless union with the divine that seems to be my state of being is welcome to share them here. It’s always been a bitch, being the funniest mystic in the room. The price I pay for growing up with a woman who was “New Age before there was a New Age” and a man who’s most profound statement about God remains, “I don’t care what you call Him–you can call Him ‘Jack.’”
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