Grief bends us, moves us, breaks us,
shapes us, and shakes us and sometimes remakes us.

this long gone frog’s impression leapt into view as if it was still alive beckoning me to reckon with its continued existence in concrete permanence

“if you give a mouse a cookie…”

A letter to my family and friends and those who might know me a little.

Is wrestling really about dominating?

It’s been a month since I posted my last blog entry.

…that’s the the kind of hug it was in this not-yet-Post-Covid-world.

When responsibilities are removed, awe has more time and space to spread out.

Spend some time with me…

I see you there… you who has lived many years since we last gathered for yearbook photos.

Basil, pesto, and life…

While waiting for a planned phone call from a friend last week, I began to chew on a thought… or was it a feeling?

It was a necessary pain I knew I had to endure for this creature who had wriggled his way into my heart.

…what is endured by the vines and the roots to get what is needed for the sake of the fruit, and the similarities to us humans simply amazes me.

Ah, slow downs… do we know what they are? Do we know how to incorporate them without branding them, monetizing them, or feeling shame or guilt about them?

Blank pages - here’s to you! May you be filled and no longer represent anxiety to me.

They housed a "heaven on earth" moment I didn't know I needed and a promise kept that I didn't know I had made.

Lebanon laments.
Lebanon languishes.
Lebanon longs.
Lebanon lingers.

"People who provide the spark don't often get to sit by the fire." 

The Southern Cross was in front of me and the Big Dipper was behind me