I’ve been a parent my whole adult life, and there is nothing more important what has happened in my life than by being blessed with Trevor, Eden, Westlyn and Chapel. I was 19 when I started and 35 years later I continue to live in my own personal heaven, and that heaven consists of what gesture and work of art and scene and imagination manifest is going to come next. Heaven on earth. I love you, my little shits, like nobody’s business. You are my daily Christmas present. I love you forever. I like you for always. Forever and ever my babies you’ll be. Poppy, Daddy, Papa Bear.
Dune did it.
Oh, and I just want to say that we are on a new trajectory this year. Discipline will be my middle name. Went off the rails during the holidays but with the help of my friend @therock with online training, and an arrest of cheat days being everyday, and Chik-fil-a and Dunkin’ gourmet desserts, we are on the road to glory, I tell you. One last blowout and I’m driving all gassed up to the nearest Planet Fitness, grabbing a few of those tootsie rolls at the front desk, and bam! #newyearsresolutions!
There once lived a family…
@u2
This is what sobriety feels like to me: looking out a train’s window, a fresh wind rushing onto then past me, the world forever changing its palette on a canvas that is so big and so full that to fathom the whole of it is not only impossible but ridiculous. So, I am left resorting to those stolen moments when, whatever it is that is right in front of me is fully known. And I have the choice within any of those moments to turn around and start a conversation with one of the many people who are walking from car to car, a potpourri of personalities within a plethora of ages, and feel my heart bounce with the topography of our exchange. How lucky I feel to be doing any of this. How fortunate I am to play this crazy illimitable game called now.
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Photo by Roger Deakins #9years #sobertrain #swimmingingratitutude #isolators #punkrocksobriety @team.deakins
I commend Jonah Hill so much for making a film about the great (and so human) Dr. Phil Stutz. I’ve dabbled and immersed in different types of therapies during major desperate moments in my life and I can confidently say that most of it was utter bullshit. It was either lack of talent or insight or compassion or a simple lack of real interest in bettering the human experience. I don’t know. But at the urging of a good friend of mine I saw Phil and only a handful of times and without trying to I still think about the intimate volley we had during those ‘sessions’. I still to this day use those tools and because of using those tools my perspective and my relationship my how I dealt with myself and others in this life shifted and continues to.
See this film if only to experience what it looks like when people actually care, as opposed to posturing through this life to make a few bucks off someone else’s confusions. ⚡️
…and the film itself, by the way, is fucking genius: raw, beautifully and hilariously insightful in its design in how it reveals how ridiculous we are and how much we need each others support to get through it without losing our minds in each other’s dishonesty. 🤘Get the book “The Tools”
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
Our literary trek detoured but complete. Just me and the little ones up to our ranch, then barely making it out to the @steinbeckcenter to meet with Tori about their Steinbeck Young Writer’s Program then into Monterrey to the @monterreybayaquarium and to scurry through Ed Ricketts old place (best friend d of Steinbeck). Missed Big Sur and calling out to the cows from the back of the truck as we do because of the rains. Next time. Now back in the green ship reminiscing on what it is to be a dad, what is important and what is blanching meaningless at a rate I almost can’t keep up with. Watched “Baraka” the other night and it reminded me of all the rat racing we do, the frenetic anthill ranting, but for what.
I watch my kids thrive in the cold, and under the chaos of rain. They held their ground and laughed and cried through the bitter winds. We barely made it out out of the ranch and with it, glory. ❤️❤️❤️
“Husband and wife relationships are like the relationship of Tom and Jerry. Though they are teasing and fighting, they can’t live without each other.”
Photo by the great @brianbowensmith #bbsdrivebys @harleydavidson
As things wind down for the year, a reminder that you wind me up. @kathrynbrolin ❤️❤️❤️
🎄⚓️⚡️
@_dr_woo_
Happy 4th to our Lil Bean. You have been for smarter than the first landing on the moon, more spectacular than the diamond Dick gave Liz, more powerful than some measly locomotive that superheroes pretend to stop with their cartoon muscles, and far more beautiful than all the Disney princesses wrapped into one. You move mountains in us, girlie; cultivate utterly majestic worlds with your imagination; and make us so simply giggle when we least expect it. Papa Bear loves you crazy train. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎂😘
Four children complete. 🎄❤️⚡️ Merry Christmas to all the parents of children and children of parents. ⚓️⚡️❄️
Eden/Trevor/Westlyn/Chapel
Looking at a book called “The Maine House” I said to my wife: “Can you imagine not wanting to sit there and just read read read?” and her response after a long pause was: “It looks like an electric chair.”
Which does the photo conjure in you?
#diversityofthoughtmakesforalongmarrage
Omnipotent wifey.
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@kathrynbrolin
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Perhaps the earth is floating, I do not know. Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups made by some giant scissors, I do not know. Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear, I do not know. Perhaps God is only a deep voice, heard by the deaf, I do not know.
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question. It is written on the tablet of destiny that I am stuck here in this human form. That being the case I would like to call attention to my problem.
There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab. The doctors of Boston have thrown up their hands. They have tried scalpels, needles, poison gases and the like. The crab remains. It is a great weight. I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook the broccoli, open and shut books, brush my teeth and tie my shoes. I have tried prayer but as I pray the crab grips harder and the pain enlarges.
I had a dream once, perhaps it was a dream, that the crab was my ignorance of God. But who am I to believe in dreams?
The Poet of Ignorance
By Anne Sexton
Art by Georgia O’Keeffe
2023 is all about refining the parenting skills. 🤘🤘🤘⚡️⚡️⚡️#itsametallicakindanewyear
![Josh Brolin Instagram - [[[[[]]]]] Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,
I do not know.
Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,
I do not know.
Perhaps God is only a deep voice,
heard by the deaf,
I do not know. Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.
It is written on the tablet of destiny
that I am stuck here in this human form.
That being the case
I would like to call attention to my problem. There is an animal inside me,
clutching fast to my heart,
a huge crab.
The doctors of Boston
have thrown up their hands.
They have tried scalpels,
needles, poison gases and the like.
The crab remains.
It is a great weight.
I try to forget it, go about my business, cook the broccoli, open and shut books,
brush my teeth and tie my shoes.
I have tried prayer
but as I pray the crab grips harder
and the pain enlarges. I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
that the crab was my ignorance of God.
But who am I to believe in dreams? The Poet of Ignorance By Anne Sexton Art by Georgia O’Keeffe](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/JoshBrolin-116-150x150.jpg)
