It’s the little things that matter to us and to our canine companions.
Morning Walk
Day 244: Little Things
Today was a day of many small victories coming together for a greater whole.
Little Things
Day 243: Morning After
Had a wonderful evening with family last night at one of our favorite restaurants. It’s BYOB and we may have had a tiny bit more to drink than intended. At least me and my bride both did! Oops.
Morning After
Day 241: Mosquito Kiss
Definitely not one of my better poems.
Yesterday was not my first time having to put a dog to sleep, but it was my first time being on the other side as an assistant.
Mosquito Kiss
Day 240: The Purpose of the Blade
I had a conversation last night about the way we change. How sometimes we are not stretched but instead compressed. It made me think of swords, how they are forged, how they function, and what their purpose is. We as human beings are in a never ending war against entropy. Like swords, we must be forged to become strong enough to fight back, and also like swords, we are only dangerous when we are moving.
The Purpose of the Blade
Day 239: Sensory Overload
Lots of news. Some of it good. Some of it heavy. Some of it personal. Some of it not even related to me. Lots of new experiences–some exciting and some not. It’s all happening at once because that’s just how life is sometimes and I am reminded of the phenomenon of sensory overload. You literally black out because there is too much information for the mind to process happening all at once. I’ve not blacked out and I’m not in bad shape, but I am definitely processing and adjusting. To clarify–that’s a good thing. Life is about new information and experience and change. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t all add up fast when it comes at you all at once.
Also, this is the first poem in the new poetry notebook! Not sure if I’m pleased with it but that’s part of the process too.
Sensory Overload
Day 237: Beyond the Wall
For Dad and the romantic inside of him.
Beyond the Wall
Day 235: Animal Clinic
My new job is as a veterinarian technician. So far I’m loving it. That said, there are some emotionally hard-hitting moments and patients. There are far more highs than lows, but those lows a little tough to process. Today’s poem is more for the sake of catharsis than anything else.
Animal Clinic
Day 235: Disconnect and Dance
Writing this poem this morning while sitting across from my bride as soft music plays. Hard not to get a little romantic.
Disconnect and Dance
Day 234: The Pages Are Almost Gone
I’m not done yet!
This has been an amazing journey and experiment in he creative process. I’ve missed more days than I’d like but at the same time I’ve written so much more poetry than I ever thought that I could. I’ve now built up a not insubstantial collection of poems.
In so doing, I’ve almost completely filled up my poetry notebook. It’s time for a new one and that both saddens me that I’m done with this one and excites me because I’ll be starting with a new one. Maybe it’s just a writer thing, but that does a little something for me.
The Pages Are Almost Gone
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