How to burn black holes in dark memories

Descent has been a holy thing, increasing my tolerance for ashes. It’s allowed me to eat dust for survival and hardened my stomach for terrifying insights. It has grown in depth my ability to accept History, and I have adjusted my time scales accordingly. I have come and gone and come and gone again. I have worked out from within the rat’s hole and bitten down hard on cinders. I have sought the wisdom of the Old Mole that lives belowground. And now, for all of these things, and after all of this time, I can finally sit solidly in peace with every one of my failures. And I will not attempt to explain them away.

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A Baseball Metaphor For Maturation

I grew up once I stopped swinging for home runs and instead settled for lead-off singles and a succession of sacrifice bunts.

Having turned 46, the realistic thinking of midlife seems to be a necessary goal of righting a balance, a restoration that arrived with humility, and a dignified relationship with myself.

The inflationary expectations of my younger identities will not be achieved, and though that realization might seem like a defeat, it’s not. It moves me continually closer to the next question, ‘What work, then, must be done?’ and be intentional about it.

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Eric L Walker

Eric L Walker

I collect the small moments of life then add thoughts and responses to make them mine and declare precious.