I don’t want to get out of bed today. It’s so comfortable and I’m fighting a serious case of the sleepies. Time to push forward and deny their siren call.
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Day 136: Watered Down Coffee
Two bad batches of coffee this morning. My bride and I are, naturally, devastated.
Watered Down Coffee
Day 135: The Smell of Salt
Wrote this yesterday at a wonderful little place on the beach called The Tipsy Turtle. Wonderful food and ambiance, plus the ocean is right there. My new schedule is agreeing with me and is helping me to slow down and focus on some of the more important things, such as the many ways my life has been blessed.
Roman soldiers used to be paid in salt. The Bible refers to Christians as “the salt of the earth.” There is a definite luxury to the mineral and a history of worth.
The Smell of Salt
Day 134: Internal Abyss
Had a good talk with my bride about the future last night. Thing was, even though it was good, there was an element of fear to it. I had to take a step back and remind myself verbally that this was a GOOD talk about possibilities and dreams and opportunities and growth. The element of fear didn’t come from the prospect of the future, it came from within. How many of us have held ourselves back not out of fear of the future, but because of the hungry fear inside of us?
Internal Abyss
Day 133: Human
Thinking on the nature of failure as it applies to the human condition and relationships.
Human
Day 132: To Live is to Dare
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.
To Live is to Dare
Day 131: Mother Factor
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.
Mother Factor
Day 130: Two Storms
With the storm that came in last night, a lot of people around here, myself included, are thinking back to Hurricane Harvey. Storms break. We don’t.
Two Storms
Day 129: Waves
I’ve never seen the ocean so gray or hungry as before a storm. We’re supposed to be getting a week of rain starting today. It certainly looks like rain. Still a few brave tourists on the beach taking photographs. Seeing the waves rise up behind this family as they took a group photo, the promised storm gathering on the horizon, inspired this morning’s work.
Waves
Day 128: Wounds Call to Weapons
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?
Wounds Call to Weapons
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