Pushing On.
Had a few extra minutes this morning with the delay of the school day for not-so-much-pushing on, as quite a bit of stretching. Feels good to soften and lengthen that tense fascia of mine before I start moving on with … Continue reading
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The Fellowship of the Ring
“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed … Continue reading
The Poetry Within
The color suits you.It softens you.It even sweetens you up.Come closer weary one.Let me see what you can’t say,What those salty tracks have etched down that chiseled face of yours.What have they done to you child of God?By gosh, do … Continue reading
Getting Stronger Now
Getting stronger for our minds,Getting stronger for our bodies,Getting stronger for an impenetrable community. Can you hear the Rocky Balboa theme song? Can you picture him in his fitted vintage track shorts and mesh tank and tube socks training and … Continue reading
Fill Her Up Some.
This is where we’re at and I’m going to need a refill where I’m headed. No room for that madness or blame, nor sorrow nor shame…I only wish my head was clear before I took his name. What a blessing … Continue reading
From Then ’til Now
Open in plain sight, false sense of infallibility.Underneath it all, stark and unadorned agony (a cruel lesson, yet a lesson all the same.)On replay, denial.In my heart, knowing.In my bones, knowing.Stuck in my throat, knowing.Most challenging step, acknowledgment, and yet … Continue reading
All Wound Up
There’s a bit of an influx of sensitive and tightly wound-up types. I’m not sure why they are coming out of the woodworks now more than ever, must be something in the air. I’m keeping the windows and doors open … Continue reading
The Watering Hole
For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. – Matthew 18:20
I Bid You Well
In this decayed hole among the mountainsIn the faint moonlight, the grass is singingOver the tumbled graves, about the chapelThere is the empty chapel, only the wind’s homeit has no windows, and the door swingsdry bones can harm no one … Continue reading
Ready and Waiting
There is a new kind of dreaming and we’re in it.
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