Thanks for all the fish

    I figured Thanksgiving 2010 was as good a time as any to send up some smoke signals from this little corner of the intarnets.  I'm sitting on a purple loveseat with my astounding Candice Chetta.  We're enjoying each other's company listening to Dialated Peoples from our humble stereo setup.
   I'm so thankful for the young woman who has helped me realize a life I had only dreamed about, and without whom I would be lost.
   I'm thankful for my incredible health.  Nothing's promised, especially with these delicate Earthly forms and I've seen enough death to know I should never assume "it can't happen to me" because "it" can happen to anybody at any time.
   I'm thankful for my family.  I can barely comprehend how lucky I am to have been brought up by a warm, loving and supportive group of people.  Nothing was ever missing from my family life, a pretty damn rare experience.
   By the way, this is my job:

   

   So pretty much I have the most dope job I could ever ask for.  It's not filling my bank account right away, but I walk downstairs to my job of making extremely good coffee for a diverse, intelligent, talented and inspiring people.  I'm challenged and growing and discovering new aspects of my self and my relationship with the world every day.  

   I've always been told to reach for whatever it is I love to do, and I am thankful to have the mental and emotional capacity to believe in myself and that I can live a heaven on this Earth.