Not sure what prompted these thoughts. Life seems to love kicking us when we’re down and people who have been hurt seem more susceptible to being hurt again through no fault of their own. The best we can do is simply keep on going and be kind to one another. It continues to amaze me the simple power of kindness. Let’s share it as much as possible, shall we?
My check engine light came on yesterday. Never a good sign nor a good feeling. Wrote this in the waiting room while our modern day wizards work their magic and cast their electric spells on my machine.
I was privileged to share a wonderful day with my bride and parents at the Museum of Fine Arts Houston touring their Van Gogh exhibit. Some interesting conversations arose about the way we appreciate art. Yet what stood out to me the most with this exhibit was the recognition it gave to Vincent’s brother Theo, who supported him for years.
It is so easy to become wrapped up in the creative process, the creation itself, or even the creator, that we forget about those who support creatives in the pursuit of realizing not only their dreams but their happiness. I have been blessed with many such wonderful individuals in my own life.
To all of you, this poem is for you.
Had a thunderstorm roll in last night. It was pretty neat.
Inspired by Chris Hemsworth’s newest portrayal of Thor in Avengers: Endgame and the wonderful problem of being flush with opportunities. Time to decide which are worth inviting to stay.
Heh, today is day one two three. How about that?
Been fighting a bug that likes to strike hardest when I get up in the morning, which is when I usually do my writing. It’s driving me just a little bit crazy.
Surprise! Guest poem from my cohost on The Everyday Poet Podcast, Eduardo.
Special thanks to him for all the work he’s done keeping my equipment working and making the magic happen on our podcast.
You’re a wizard, Eddie!
Thinking about the shackles we bind ourselves with, the damage their negativity does, and our deep rooted fear of daring to live without them.
The irony of this poem is not lost on me considering how late it is in being shared. The storm has struck and we are now in it, braced or not. Time to dance in the rain.
Happy Easter.
The Everyday Poet 