No one ever told you you couldn't. What wings that must give you! To know you can never fail. To trust that if you do if you fall from the sky someone - or something - will catch you. Maybe, I wonder, do you ever think, "I can't." ? Or perhaps you… Continue reading Flying
To drive for the joy of driving. Of riding. Of feeling tires on asphalt. Rolling. Rolling. A sea of trees rising and falling. Sunlight appearing. Disappearing. Light and color dance in and out of shadow. The hum of the road. The joy of the moment. The satisfaction of miles behind. The anticipation of… Continue reading Lucky
Do more. Be more. Be better. But we're never enough. And too much. We're worthy of love and of respect. If only we could see it in ourselves. If only we believed it. Instead, we hang onto old versions of ourselves. We change our name, our hair, our address. But we feel our old… Continue reading Stories
I nearly blew it up. I was down, deep in the depths, where the water is black and dank. Heavy with regret. And I couldn't find my way up. Kicking and fighting -- sinking lower and lower. And then I came up. Not in one forceful push to the surface, filling my lungs with air and spitting… Continue reading Drowning
Perspective at 35,000 feet. Of life lived, living and unlived, opportunities and ideas that play hide and seek like mountains dancing between the clouds of friendships and love. Of lives played out in hours, days and years, related and consumed in gulps. And the hours, days and years go on until they stop. And the… Continue reading Above
Who was I before you? Who was I before I held you down in the name of a cure? Of fixing a mistake. Of righting a wrong. You. Not a mistake. Not a wrong. Who was I before I felt your life inside me before I realized the awesome responsibility of you. … Continue reading Aidan
No music this year. No Nirvana or Pearl Jam or Alice. Instead, the rhythmic meditative hum of tires on pavement. Bait and Tackle. Guns and Ammo. Propane. Discarded boats wedged between tree stumps. Hulls fed upon like carrion dissolving under the weight of the sun with no water to coax them back to life.… Continue reading Peninsula
Every moment. Here. Gone. Days. Years. Strong and enduring. Yet impossible to hold onto. Like trying to capture a sunbeam or dandelion fluff. Moments pass through our fingertips. Figments for the future to discover. To build on. To make their own. To rewrite. As I turn to dust and into dandelions and sunbeams.