Gregory Ormson’s O-Rings – this is a place for work shaped by breath, motion, land, and listening. My life moves through many forms: writer, drummer and musician, motorcycle rider, teacher, yogi, but the practice between them is singlular and consistent . . . pay attention.
I am keenly interested in the polarities between inclusion and exclusion; and how a human being learns to belong to time, to landscape, to themselves and to the body’s own knowing.
My life and writing travels between northern lakes and desert roads, between discipline and improvisation, between the quiet labor of the page and the hot energy of the open road. Whether I am teaching, turning a sentence, striking a drum or chord, or riding into long weather, I strive to understand life’s coherence in a difficult and demanding time.
I’m camping, and the desert divot nearby is a scar of prickly pear, cacti, and sharp-edged boulders. Tonight it’s dark, stars are twinkling, and its filled with coyotes singing, rapping, and yipping a song of their own. I think it could be their version of “Party and Bullshit” by the Notorious BIG. (Photo: desert-bleached coyote