Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Cold Moon<\/p>\n
And down we go. \u00a0-10 right now.<\/p>\n
Woollies met tonight at Mark’s. \u00a0Warren, Bill, Frank, Scott, Tom and myself. \u00a0Mark served up chili, a perfect meal for a cold night.<\/p>\n
(source<\/a>)<\/p>\n We talked about working beyond our comfort zones, out on the edge. \u00a0Mark says he remembers the edgy times when he’s out there, adventuring,\u00a0not the comfortable times. \u00a0Warren’s edgy moment fast approaches as he signs off from the Star-Tribune and begins another life in his third phase. \u00a0He’s excited.<\/p>\n Bill’s wondering who he is now, after Regina’s death. \u00a0He says he’s up to the task of finding out…and I agree. \u00a0Frank’s helping drunks and bringing Lakota ways into his own life.<\/p>\n I had a chance to talk about the solid turn toward writing that I’ve been torturing these pages with. \u00a0Consensus was I’d already decided. \u00a0I will exercise my right to wait a while before formalizing it, especially with the Art Institute, but I’m going all in with the writing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Cold Moon And down we go. \u00a0-10 right now. Woollies met tonight at Mark’s. \u00a0Warren, … Continue reading A Cold Night Under the Cold Moon (with Jupiter right beside it)<\/span>