Shared an idea with my bride this morning and her feedback might have broken my brain. I love this woman. Can’t think of a good title. See aforementioned comment about broken brain.
June 3 2020: Untitled
Tag Archives: Growth
March 2 2020
And here…we…go…!
February 26 2020: Pine Spires
Been very much off my writing game lately, especially my poetry. Steadily getting back into the swing of things. Today, this poem just came spilling out. Cringing at my misspelling of the word forest. I actually spelled it right the first time, then the second time my brain malfunctioned and I ended up going back to “correct” myself. Bleh. Anyway, onward!
Pine Spires
Day 9: Untitled
Happy birthday, Dad.
No title for this one comes to mind–though feel free to suggest one–just memories of a good man who’s done more than his fair share for me.
Day 138: Now
Thank you to all of my friends and family who have reached out to ask what on earth happened to my poetry. Getting back into things NOW.
Now
Day 254: Overturned Overture
No idea where this came from but I think I like it.
Overturned Overture
Day 131: Burning Race
Big changes are occurring in my life. A few frustrating ones. Far more good ones. Hitting goals, adjusting goals, and learning the ebb and flow of this new life I have chosen to live. One of the biggest and most difficult of these lessons has been that success can be disorienting and that’s when it’s most important to get your feet under you and push forward.
Burning Race
Day 124 & Day 125: Stranger’s Embrace, Winding Roads
Today and yesterday’s poems! I figured another two-fer would be better than a three-fer.
Stranger‘s Embrace
Winding Roads
Day 188: A Quiet Moment
Sometimes they are difficult to find. This is, I think, because quiet moments aren’t ever truly found: quiet moments are made.
A Quiet Moment
Day 186: Mountain Rising
Some days you have to climb a mountain. Sometimes the mountain is bigger than expected. Sometimes the mountain gets bigger even while you’re climbing it. It still needs to be climbed, so the best thing to do is grin and find the joy. We’re mountain climbers, after all.
Mountain Rising
