And the raucous!
They say we write poetry because we are human, but we are human because the poetry writes us. We belong to the wind.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
At the Laundromat
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
A long overdue update
Monday, December 3, 2012
Into the Night
Thursday, November 15, 2012
The Raucous
So great is our fear of our own potential that we will sabotage our very dreams and call it life...
Big things are on the horizon.
For me.
For you.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Commit.
And don't let that commitment lie forgotten.
So caught up are we in this political circus that we have forgotten or misplaced the fact that change comes from the smallest moving parts of any whole - in the national arena, that's us. You. Me.
And we are so easily led to distraction from that point.
The point where we stop blaming situations and circumstances and past experiences and take charge of ourselves.
Do you have a goal?
Do you know a love?
Do you know what you want?
Commit to it.
Allow yourself to have/know/be it.
And then chase it with your everything.
And don't quit.
Ever.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Blog on a bike?
Worth a try, I suppose.
Two and a half weeks ago, I spent more than eighteen hours in this gym in seven days. I dropped eleven pounds. I believe this is indicative of a few different things:
1- I managed to really let myself go after last summer.
2- We are far more capable than we give ourselves credit for.
An old Bosnian man just approached me. He noticed my back injury; while my first reaction was discontent that I let it show, he explained that he has lived his whole life with an oft debilitating one.
A heart warming conversation and twelve miles later, I have a short list of recommendations and a renewed sense of strength.
Never quit. Not in this moment or in your dying breath. Fight with everything that you are, and you will never have reason for disappointment.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
a recap;
Sunday, September 9, 2012
another year
― Ian McEwan, The Comfort of Strangers
Monday, August 20, 2012
... this journey of ours.
― Ian McEwan, Black Dogs