Damn it. Missed another day. Probably for the best.
I was thinking earlier about emotional pain. And about how each time someone you love hurts you intentionally, you love them a little less. A little less each time … until the love is gone.
Whether we’re ready or not … change comes …
On campus this afternoon, it was 87 degrees. Arrived home … it was 66.
Change comes. It’s more exciting when we’re not ready.
There is light in Faith; Fear resides in darkness.
To navigate change, we should grasp onto Faith with both our hands, which means we should let go of Fear.
Rush to the car. Rush to the store. Rush to unload. Rush to pre-heat. Rush to organize. Rush to perform minor surgery. Rush to clean (and remove evidence of minor surgery). Rush to prep. Rush to oven … and then calm. No more rushing. Not today anyway …
Roast chicken, cornbread dressing, pan gravy, simple salad, gentle conversation with a wise, old lady.
And a renowned chef told me the chicken looked “professional.” That’s a bonus.
Jack’s in January
The sparrows are building
The pear trees are budding
Just got to wait for the bluebonnets to bloom
There’s warmth in a smile
Warmth in a glass
Warmth in the bright afternoon
Can’t tell you how long
I’ve been feeling all wrong
Held down by a wave of gray light
I’ve tossed off that line
Found a new dime
A full moon lit up the dark night
I skipped a day … didn’t post a picture yesterday. It happens. I had several opportunities and did see one gorgeous sunset over San Antone, but I was more interested in living than in capturing any one moment in time.
Yesterday was pretty amazing. So much good conversation; such good feelings.
Today hasn’t been too bad either.
I used to have such a disdain for naps … used to. Now they’re an occasional indulgence that can qickly repair the damage done by early mornings and restless nights.
Playful group of familiar Rackers. Knowing I’ll be able to sleep in tomorrow morning. A beautiful Indian Summer afternoon and evening. Homemade tacos. Cold American shit beer. Yeah, I’m pretty content right now.
Play is not a luxury; it is a biological necessity. I’m not talking about individual activities that you may enjoy. I’m talking about playful social activities that foster trust and solidify relationships. Necessary.
Tonight Jupiter and the Moon are slow-dancing, cheek-to-cheek, among the warm clouds. We are burning jasmine for now and forever.
For Katy’s Dad … and all Daddies
Your race is done; it’s time to go
Words cannot express how much I’ll miss you so
Have no worries; we’ll be all right
Against the odds, you know you fought one hell of a fight
Goodbyes aren’t easy
They’re bittersweet
But take these few words with you until next time we meet
There’s been some roughness
Tangled, now and then
But you loved me with a country heart that’ll never, ever bend
You were the first to ever hold me
Taught me how to throw a ball
Showed me that strength shines through darkness, guides us when we fall
Goodbyes are never easy
But it’s time for you to go
God speed you on your journey, you know I love you so
Goodbyes are never easy
But it’s time for you to go
Your fight is almost over, you know I’ll miss you so
Goodbyes are never easy
Donna’s waiting ’round the bend
God speed you on your journey until we meet again
Sappho Rising 