Waving Hi with a Full Heart — What Can We Give?
My heart was feeling HUGE this week with all the Facebook Lives.
Musicians, writers, teachers.
So many people I have followed for years and respect.
One-off videos like singer Andrea Bocelli and daughter Virginia. (Click the underlined link. The FB link can’t be embedded.)
This past week, we’ve seen videos of musicians playing from their balconies to their neighbors in Italy.
We’ve seen a man holding fitness classes from a rooftop.
I don’t know when it started
Suddenly all kinds of musicians I follow started doing short little sets on Facebook Live. …
Feels so good to crank up an old favorite album
After a busy Saturday of errands, I wanted to crank up some feel good music.
My Android phone was losing way too much charge to stream anything, so I went to the way back machine of my attic.
The way back machine? It’s an old copy paper box containing maybe 60 CDs, many of them from the 1990s.
Without turning the light on I reached my hand down in the box.
The universe met me on the first try. …
When sunsets and ice cold tasty treats are just enough to help us keep on keeping on
The weekend started well.
Payday. Grocery shopping after work Friday night. One of those half-carts, full of food.
I did a pretty good job of gathering up edible things versus prepackaged stuff. Organic romaine so beautiful it deserves its own glamour shot:
Call it training for a 5K, call it saving my own life. Call it wave hi to life.
Call it what you will, but I got out there. I made a streak.
Yes, a streak of two days in a row of exercise. Specifically, walking in the park across the street from my apartment.
Yesterday I got 37 minutes in. Today I did 45 minutes.
If my calculations are correct (and I’m no math whiz), I need to do 6200 steps to do 3.1 miles (aka a 5K).
So with my trusty calculator out, I figured I did about 80% of a 5K today. …
I’m rich. I have 72 hours plus to spend any way I like until Tuesday rolls around and it’s back-to-work time.
You’re rich, too.
You may have Monday off for Labor Day or not. (It’s a holiday in the U.S.) You’re rich if you have a breath, an hour, a day off to do what you like.
Just like me. Feel that for a moment, what you get to do.
Breathe. Relax. Rest. Regroup. Reflect.
Who are you? What would you like to put into motion?
I’m organizing these thoughts today along the lines of those journalism courses I took way back when. …
I wouldn’t know this song at all if not for Jeff Fenholt.
The long-haired guy in a double-breasted suit who showed up often on Paul and Jan Crouch’s Trinity Broadcasting Network back in the day.
Late ’80s and early ‘90s.
On the rare Saturday night when I wasn’t out with friends seeing bands, I might make a snack, crack open a beer and watch Christian TV.
Jeff was the anomaly. The prodigal son. The ex-metal singer using his high notes for the Most High. …