Day 13: The Dawning of Dusk

A poem about DARKNESS? How positively adolescent, right? Don’t worry, it’s not that kind of poem. It’s strange, the places you find hope and renew your passions. Last year taught me a lot about picking myself up after you fall and pushing onward. Difficult as all that was, I am grateful for the lessons.

The Dawning of Dusk

Day 11: For the Love of Dirt

No excuses–yesterday’s poem was not a good one. Sadly, not everything I post here will be. Don’t I wish that were the case. The poem is messy, incoherent, and riddled with mistakes. While my thoughts and heart behind it were beautiful, the execution and result were decidedly not. That’s what revision is for, and with that revision, I think that yesterday’s poem has the potential to be something great.

This thought process is what inspired this morning’s poem. I think I did better this time. I’d appreciate your feedback in the comments if you have a moment to spare. Thank you for reading, by the way.

Without further delay…

For the Love of Dirt

Day 7: The Hunter’s Sabath

Happy one week anniversary, everyone! Hard to believe we’ve made it to this bench mark. Feeling pretty accomplished right now. Also a little tired.

The last few days have been crazy, which has been a great test and proven to myself my own commitment to this personal creative challenge. I’ll be able to relax a bit and focus on my other pursuits for a bit, but last night I was so wired from all the activity that I had trouble initially sleeping. I was like a grumpy 5 year old at bed time. Crashed hard finally and woke up invigorated and inspired.

Today is going to be a good day. This next week is going to be a good week. Same for the month and year. I’m finding that balance between pursuing my purpose, being a provider, and learning when and how to rest and enjoy the life my bride and I are building together. Thanks for sticking with my this far. Here’s to one milestone passed and many more to come.

The Hunter’s Sabbath