My name is Michael Daniel Meyer, but you can also call me Michiale.

That’s what my mother Marion calls me.
She pronounces it like Mich_ah_el, which is the German  pronunciation of Michael.
Michiale is just my attempt at another spelling.

My life’s already been a wild ride. It’s shown and proven to me that I can live life from one adventure to the next. That life is an ongoing cycle of experiences sometimes seemingly never having anything in common. But that who you are remains intact no matter what experience you find yourself a part of.

And then a day happens…

A day happens,
A day happens,
A day happens,
And a moment comes along and changes it all.

One minute I’m farming and the next I’m riding my bicycle from Chicago to the Florida Keys. I’m in Guatemala living in a tiny Mayan village where Spanish is everyone’s second language, and then I wake up and I’m on the streets of New York City in the middle of Zucotti Park during the Occupy days, bringing 1,500 harmonicas down for a mass audible group meditation.

I’ve made a few albums, wrote a book, made a film, made a living out of friendship, helped start a farming collective, and made a few works of art along the way.

I’ve been everywhere man.
And I feel like I’ve only just begun.

And right now… Well, I’ve got nothin’.

…Nothin’ of any monetary value that is.

But I am two pennies, too many, over a quarter century.
So I would say that I am a very rich man.

And maybe you’ve got some time, reading these words and all.

So if I’ve got nothin’
and you’ve got time,
I’d say, let’s get together,
and reach divine.

Until then,

So much love,

photo by Petya Shalamanova Photography.  www.petyaphoto.com
photo by Petya Shalamanova Photography. http://www.petyaphoto.com

Mindfully mapping the minds of the magical merry mystics.


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