an acrostic poem
Accept that flowers bloom when planted where they need to be — not before,but perhaps after.
It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’ll be turning 42. That means I have been alive for fifteen THOUSAND, three hundred and forty days so far. How many hours … ? That’s 368 160 hours … and counting! I have seen the most amazing sights and experienced incredible moments. I have…
Hey pretty lady — listen !
Hey pretty lady..looking at me as you get ready ? Ready to start another day, shift or a race?
Before I begin this near and dear blog post, I first need to praise a woman named Julia Cameron, who introduced…
Hope looks like a person who thinks I’m worth talking to and whom I have no problem giving my time to.
Hope looks like stray cats having something to eat every day.
Hope looks like sleeping safely, soundlessly, deeply.
Hope sounds like a late-night party (I’m not a party person but I like to hear other people have a good time with their friends).
Hope sounds like a usually angry person speaking softly with a gentle face.
notes to a former self
Head’s on fireRacing bumps pacingThumps antsy thoughtsWhat are they chasing?They’re…
