Listen. Read. Act.
Listen. Listening to Shame by Brené Brown at the TED2012 Conference. Read. The Good, Bad and the Ugly: Finding and Minding Your Own Voice. Act.
One Sojourner
One Life • Many Roads
One Sojourner
One Life • Many Roads
Month April 2016
…And the Earth Moved: Egg White Omelettes, Juice and Counting Days
Egg White Omelettes and Juice
SW beat me to breakfast last Saturday, a miracle. We met at our local pancake and coffee house as is our routine. Our meetings are friendship, accountability, mutual support, and therapy all wrapped in omelettes and juice. No mas coffee, por favor.
Lifesavers are also what they are. Not the coffee, the connectedness, companionship...Counting Days...A recovering addict always knows what time it is. Time is a cruel master for some, and for others, it measures the distance between death and life as they've crossed their personal chasm on the way to freedom...
Long Days, Short Years: Time’s A Quick Runner
Long Days, Short Years...Time's A quick Runner
Blue Angels
Blue Angels in flight at an air show.
Sometimes the answer is always the simplest…
"Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude." A.A. Milne
Smirk
Smrk because you are THAT crazy
Deep ADHD Thoughts…
I may nod my head as we converse but this doesn't imply agreement or that I'm listening. I'm silently correcting your grammar.
Wordverse: First Love, Paper-Thin
First Love, Paper-Thin
The first time I fell in love, I sat cross-legged immersed in a stack of books. Maybe it was love...maybe peace, freedom, or simple contentedness.
The Muse of Melody Calls to New Shores...Returning Home...Leaving a Legacy
While the push of progress has rendered nearly obsolete the library experience of my youth, I take my family to browse the stacks so they can feel time-tested, sweat-wrought work on thin wood, breathe aging vanilla, touch eloquence, and explore worlds waiting for them with a simple lift of a cover, all at the cost of nothing.
Practice Perseverance
This…
The Mandolin Rained
Saturday Night on the Square
A few years ago as I scattershot street scenes in my wife's Texas hometown, I noticed a pile of cars pulling up, parking, and people filling the vacant lots surrounding the green grass of the town square. Men and women armed with cases of acoustic guitars, basses, banjos and violins (fiddles) gathered in pockets in the grass, leaned against streetlight poles or squat on hoods of cars.
