Day 51: A Climax Approaches

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Feeling better today! Not 100% yet, but still better–hence the double posting.

I was thinking today about goals, deadlines, and the inevitable transformative processes that occur throughout our lives. When do they happen? When does change actually occur within us and upon our lives in a meaningful and significant way? How do we rise to meet these changes, or not as the case may be?

My father is fond of saying that good luck is simply preparation meeting opportunity. I like this idea. I like the notion of creating our own opportunities. Being sick has made me feel like my aim is off regarding the opportunities I’ve been trying to prepare for. I was struck today by a sudden and intense sensation that change is soon to be upon me, that all that I’ve worked for is soon to reach a point of climax. Can any of us ever really be prepared for that?

A Climax Approaches

Day 50: Unwell

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It had to happen eventually… the first missed post. Fortunately though, not a missed poem. Yesterday’s poem marks the 50th poem in this journey. Unfortunately, there’s a virus going around and guess who caught it? The poem was written during my break at work, but not uploaded because I ran out of time (my mind was moving super slow). I intended to post it when I got home but instead crashed. Hard. Guess what the subject of my work was?

Unwell

Day 49: The Skies are Silver

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Today’s poem is brought to you by…

…a week’s worth of heavy sea fog suddenly lifted this morning so that we have actual sunlight mixed with our gusty winds…

…a forecast for a week’s worth of nonstop rain…

…and thoughts of my loving bride.

Enjoy.

The Skies are Silver

Day 48: In The Shallows

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Today’s title comes courtesy of my loving, wonderful bride.

I took a much needed and unplanned self-care day to recuperate. I had no idea how tired I was and the rest has not only done me a ton of good, hopefully getting me back on top of my game, but it also inspired today’s poem.

Today I rested. Tomorrow, I attack my tasks and pursue my goals with vigor.

In The Shallows

Day 47: Bleed the Ink

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Feeling a bit frustrated with my authorship today. Revising my manuscript is simultaneously rewarding, because I can tell that every change I’m making is an improvement, but also excruciating because it is taking so much longer than I meant for it to. So today’s poem is venting my love and frustration for and with my vocation.

Bleed the Ink

Day 46: Disturbed Immersion

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Ever read a book or watch a movie and an explanation is given for something that makes absolutely no sense? That is to say, the explanation is simply flat out weak or stupid. In fact, if the explanation had not been given, the issue that it was trying to explain away in the first place wouldn’t even be an issue. You’d glide right past it, happily immersed in the world of the story. Then this happens, and you start to think, and the holes open up.

Sometimes things are better left alone and the world created in the hearts and minds of creator and viewer alike simply allowed to be.

Disturbed Immersion

Day 45: Love of Art

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

To celebrate, my bride and I had a romantic lunch and then visited the Houston Museum of Fine Art. My beloved’s mother was a professional artist who taught my bride. There were tears of joy.

Today’s poem is an amalgamation of quotes we spoke while admiring O’keefe, Hassam, Picasso, and Matisse–to name a few.

Love of Art

Day 44: The Dogs’ Manuscript

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Lots going on with dogs this week. It’s just been me with our dog the last two days and we’re puppy sitting for my parents. During all of this, I stumbled upon a small article about rare genetic disorders and how this one mutation that causes decreased intelligence and increased friendliness was rare in humans, it is essentially the gene that we bred into wolves to create dogs. An entire species forever altered by the propagation of a typo in their genetic code.

The Dogs’ Manuscript

Day 42: The Mountain After the Journey

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I put the final words down on my latest manuscript last week and thought I could get all of my revisions ready for my copy editor by the end of the weekend. Boy was I wrong! Got me thinking about expectations and the way the last part of any journey or process is always the most difficult. For me anyway. Anyone else find that to be true? Getting started, that’s easy. Following through? I’m getting better.

The Mountain After the Journey