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 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 27: Raptors High

Saw a pair of birds of prey fighting over the lot where I walk my dog. Graceful and fascinating. I really need to learn how to identify birds. One was smaller and white with a long tail white the other was bigger with banded wings and tail and a darn head. They inspired today’s poem.

Raptors High