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  • Road Trip For The Aging Hippie


    Exact replica of his hippy van

    Lyrics for my original song. Listen and follow along.
    Join our 2026 journey cross-country. Today it begins.

    [Verse 1]

    Back in the day, we wanted to roam and play,

    Life felt so simple, nothing stood in our way.

    Bell-bottomed jeans, and our hair long and free,

    One small bag carried all we’d need.

    [Chorus]

    Oh, road trip for the aging hippie,

    With memories and dreams still so trippy,

    Pack it all up, hit the road once more,

    Follow the sun through that open door.

    [Verse 2]

    Music blaring, windows cranked down low,

    Not knowing exactly where we wanted to go.

    But today’s journey, it needs a plan,

    Filling the senior citizen version of a hippie van.

    [Chorus]

    Oh, road trip for the aging hippie,

    With memories and dreams still so trippy,

    Pack it all up, hit the road once more,

    Follow the sun through that open door.

    [Bridge]

    Bringing just the essentials, got bags piled

    Clothes kept simple.Need room for medical supplies

    One bag just for shoes, they’re orthopedic now,

    Barefooting’s a memory; our feet won’t allow

    [Verse 3]

    Save room for the gel, to tame this wild hair,

    That flowing, long look is now wispy and rare.

    Windows no longer crank, they slide like a dream,

    Heated seats cradling us, like warm sunshine beams.

    [Chorus]

    Oh, road trip for the aging hippie,

    With memories and dreams still so trippy,

    Pack it all up, hit the road once more,

    Follow the sun through that open door

    [Verse 4]

    In our minds, we’re youthful, with hearts full of cheer,

    Letting enthusiasm cover all that we fear.

    Taking in the landscapes, the sunsets so grand,

    With laughter and love, wobbling a bit as we stand..

    [Outro]

    So here’s to the journey. Joy filling our hearts,

    Let’s hit the road, let this adventure start.

    Life might have changed, but we’re still alive,

    On a road trip for the aging hippie, we’re ready to drive.

  • Serendipity (Press Play)

    There are moments when words aren’t meant to stand alone.
    They’re meant to sit beside sound.
    To rest inside melody.
    To breathe with music.

    This song is meant to be played slowly.

    It carries the idea of serendipity —
    the gift of finding something valuable
    that you weren’t searching for.
    The quiet wisdom of happy accidents.
    The grace that shows up
    when you stop trying to control the way forward.

    We’re about to take a journey we’re calling Road Bathing.
    Eight days to do what usually takes four.
    No tight plans.
    No checklist of must-sees.
    Just miles, pauses, and the willingness to notice what appears.

    That’s where serendipity lives.

    In the unexpected roadside pull-off.
    In the conversation that lingers longer than planned.
    In the moment you realize you don’t need to arrive quickly
    to feel like you’re already where you belong.

    This song was created for those moments —
    when you let go of urgency,
    when you leave space around you,
    when you allow the road to offer something back.

    So if you can, pause here.
    Let the music wash over you
    the way miles do under open sky.

    You don’t need to do anything.
    You don’t need to know where you’re going next.

    Just listen.
    Just notice.

    Sometimes, the most memorable parts of the journey
    are the ones we never planned.

  • A Quiet Crossing

    This year does not end with a celebration.
    It ends with an exhale.

    It has been a tumultuous year — politically loud, emotionally charged, and unexpectedly heavy. A year that brought loss we didn’t see coming. A year that tested patience, resilience, and the ability to stay soft when everything felt hard.

    There are still many moments when our country feels fractured, when anger seems easier than hope. When the noise makes it hard to hear our own thoughts, let alone each other.

    And yet.

    In the midst of all this disruption, something else happened quietly.

    We created a book that promised light at the end of the tunnel. It was not just a slogan. It was a belief we needed to hold onto ourselves. We wrote words meant to steady us. We shaped something gentle in a time that was anything but.

    We created music in the darkest corners of the year. Songs born not from ease, but from necessity. We found a way to share that music with others. It could travel beyond us. It could remind someone else that they weren’t alone.

    That is what makes this a quiet crossing.

    Not because the year was calm — it wasn’t.
    But because we are leaving it with intention.

    We are not carrying everything forward. We are setting some things down. The outrage. The exhaustion. The constant vigilance. We honor what this year asked of us, without letting it define what comes next.

    This crossing isn’t about forgetting.
    It’s about choosing what deserves space in the days ahead.

    So as the calendar turns, we step forward gently. A little wiser. A little more worn. Still hopeful. Still creating. Still believing that light matters — especially when it has to be made by hand.

    This is how we cross: quietly, honestly, carrying forward our own flicker of light.

    https://a.co/d/drrG5MJ

  • Listening To The Morning

    https://spotifycreators-web.app.link/e/cWXvlJhg6Yb

    Do you have 10 minutes to pause?
    So don’t if it’s too much.
    But, if there are minutes to spare,
    listen to this episode from my attempt at a podcast.


    Put in your earbuds.
    Close your eyes.
    Make it a meditation.

    Find Our Book

    My friend and I created a book filled with photography, poetry, and original songs linked with QR codes. This is a book sharing a meditative way to move from darkness to light after loss. Check it out.

    https://a.co/d/i7cIJcB

  • A Candle In The Dark

    During the holidays,
    light is everywhere—
    twinkling on trees,
    glowing in windows,
    flickering in quiet corners of our homes. 

    And yet,
    for many,
    this season can still feel heavy.
    The nights are long.
    The days are full.
    The heart carries more than it shows.

    In moments like these,
    we often look for something
    bright enough
    to fix everything at once.
    But hope doesn’t arrive that way.
    It comes softly.
    It comes steadily.
    It comes in small,
    faithful ways.

    In my song, Light A Candle, I wrote:

    “Find a quiet moment.
    Light a candle.
    Watch it dance.
    Invite the stillness.
    Give your heart a chance.”

    A candle does not banish the dark.
    Its quiet glow steadies the room.
    It reminds us that presence
    matters more than perfection.

    So this season,
    if the holidays feel overwhelming,
    don’t search for a brighter light.
    Light the candle you already have.
    Sit with it.
    Let it be enough.

    Even in the darkest nights of winter,
    a gentle flame can guide us—
    one breath, one moment at a time.

  • Release the Rush

    There are days
    when the world
    seems to move
    faster than I can follow.

    .
    Lists multiply,
    expectations
    stack themselves
    heavily on my shoulders, 

    and suddenly—
    even without meaning to—
    I find myself rushing
    from one moment to the next.

    But rushing
    rarely
    brings me
    closer to peace.


    If anything,
    it pulls me
    farther from the heart
    of what matters.

    So today,
    I give myself permission
     to pause.
    Just for a minute.

    Just long enough
    to feel the ground beneath
    my feet again.
    I will close my eyes.
    Take a slow breath in.

    Imagine
    gathering all the scattered pieces
    of my attention
    and bringing them home.

    Then, on the exhale,
    I’ll let the rush go—
    like snow slipping softly from a branch.
    Let it fall away.

    The world will keep spinning.
    My tasks will still be there.
    But I will be different—
    steadier, calmer,
    anchored
    in the quiet strength
    that comes from choosing presence over pace.

    Release the rush.
    Return to yourself.

  • Winter’s Silent Beauty

    Winter teaches us the quiet art of simplicity.
    When the world slows,
    and the landscape softens
    beneath a blanket of snow,

    Distractions fade.
    The branches, once full, now stand bare—
    nothing extra, nothing hidden,
    only what truly belongs.

    In that stillness,
    we see what remains
    when all is stripped away:
    shape, essence, truth. 

    It reminds us
    that life
    doesn’t need to be full
    to be beautiful. 

    Sometimes,
    the truest beauty
    is found in the pause,
    in the hush between moments.

    Simplicity
    doesn’t mean emptiness—
    It means space.
    Space for light to enter. 

    Space to rest.
    Space to notice
    what we might have missed
    in the rush of other seasons.

    So, when the world
    feels quiet and still,
    don’t rush to fill it.
    Let winter’s silent beauty
    speak softly to your soul.


    There is peace in simplicity, and grace in the quiet things that remain.

  • November’s Whisper

    The rustle through golden leaves
    cools the air,
    tilts the sun toward
    early rest.

    The month of transition
    a gentle reminder
    that change can be
    beautiful,

    That letting go
    can be graceful,
    that stillness
    has it’s own quiet song.

    Remember now,
    to pause
    long enough to hear
    November’s whisper.

  • River’s Quiet Strength

    A river does not rush to prove itself.
    It simply flows — steady, patient, unwavering.
    When rocks block its way, it doesn’t stop.
    It finds a route around.

    When the path dips low,
    It now moves a bit slow
    But then gathers strength
    From solid ground.

    And
    it keeps moving ahead.

    We can carry on, too.
    Without force or hurry
    Trusting the path,
    Winding as it may be.

    Like the river,
    We are stronger than we think.
    Keep moving.
    Believe.

    Trust in the Universe
    There’s nothing to dread.

  • The Light You Carry

    Sometimes we underestimate
    the quiet ways
    we bring light into the world.

    A smile to a stranger.
    A kind word that lingers.
    Maybe simply showing up.

    We don’t have to shine like the sun
    to make a difference.
    Sometimes we’re just a flicker of light.

    Echoes of Kindness – Click To Listen

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