“Death is nothing more than the casting-off of a worn-out garment.” Adi and I witnessed a traumatic event last evening.  The night started off innocently enough.  After a beautiful Sunday of relaxing around the house we decided to grab an evening snack at the Spot on the Seawall in Galveston.  Spending time by the water is healing.  The prana that the ocean offers us is the very energic source that gives our bodies vitality.  An evening snack by the water seemed to be a very fitting way to end a rather serene day. Listen to David narrate this blog on

I never expected to be in this situation—living in Galveston and incidentally right next door to Adi’s parents.  I have settled into this odd reality where I am living equal parts Everybody Loves Raymond with a healthy dose of The Addams Family thrown in to make it feel a little less conventional.  Adi and I live in the Carriage House which many years ago was the servant’s quarters/horse stable that was in service to the Big House (the family calls it the Big House) right next door to it.  The Big House is a large Victorian home that has a

A hurricane is looming in the Gulf.  Actually, two hurricanes that go by the names Marco and Laura.  Both seem to be vying for America’s attention as they pick up steam and head towards the mainland.  This would be Adi and my first hurricane.  We only arrived in Galveston three short weeks ago and already Mother Nature decided to test our pluck to see what we are made of.  Neither Adi nor I watch or read the news and we don’t even own a television, so to say that we are out of the loop is an understatement.  There is

“I’d rather die while I’m living than live while I’m dead.” I have a secret.  I don’t really reveal it to anyone and in fact, it took me a number of years to admit it to Adi until I finally realized I couldn’t keep it from her anymore.  I am a Parrothead.  Yes, it’s true.  It runs through my blood and as much as I hate to admit it, no matter how long I may go on the wagon without listening, when I rediscover Jimmy Buffett, I can’t go long without my fix.  I can’t stop listening to his poetically