Thinking on the nature of failure as it applies to the human condition and relationships.
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Thinking on the nature of failure as it applies to the human condition and relationships.

Mother’s Day has me thinking about courage and decisions. Say what you will about instinct, at the end of the day it is a choice to be a parent. A courageous choice and one worthy of admiration. I’ve been blessed with a pair of wonderful role models.
Happy Mother’s Day.

We’re heading in to Mother’s Day and I’ve got motherhood on the mind. I don’t know about everyone else, but there are definitely gems of wisdom that mine has dropped over the years that proved so much more valuable than I first thought. Love you, Mom.

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?

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.

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!

Happy Easter.

Brought to you by my dog.

Saw Pet Sematary with my bride, who toughed it out like a champ. Considering the subject matter of yesterday’s poem and having just watched this movie, today’s poem feels somewhat inevitable. Here’s to hope and life and love in the face of entropy.
