As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go – Emily Dickinson, 372 Handfuls, Vacant of the warmth From seconds ago. But still here you are – numb to everything, But the Cold in your hands Time drags on, Still here you are … More Recollect the Snow
So this is the fourth year I’ve made a list of around 15 to 20 goals and reminders for myself going into the year. Because, as you’ll see, blogging more is one of my goals. I’m going to share these with you, with a little explanation on each one, in hopes that maybe you’ll see … More My 2018 Goals and Resolutions
It was a cold, miserable day for the beach. But, when your address may as well be: “Land Locked, Flyover State, USA, Population: Thousands of People Who Have Never Been to the Ocean”, any day at the beach is one that you have to take advantage of. The water was frigid enough to the point … More Never to be Lost to the Waves
Whenever I need a reality check, I always go back to my favorite scene in Good Will Hunting. It’s the one where Robin Williams and Matt Damon are sitting on the bench in the park. In many ways, I am like Will in that scene. Like Will Hunting, I am privileged. I don’t, as Robin … More A Reality Check
The grey twilight comes in, Through the window wet with dew. It’s too bright. The alarm plays a death march The birds chirp A song of awakening 9 minutes, can I have 9 minutes before the alarm blares? The coffee bubbles in the pot Filling the air with scents of alertness The alarm blares again, … More A Typical Morning
This evening, I attended a vigil in remembrance of those who lost their lives and in opposition of the protesters in Charlottesville, Virginia. I heard the words of faculty and administration at Doane University and was inspired to give some words of my own. If you know me, you know that speaking in front of … More In the Face of the Hatred in Charlottesville: Choose Empathy and Love
The french have this word, sillage (see-ahj). In English, we use it to refer to the lingering smell in the air when someone who was just wearing strong perfume or cologne leaves. But in French, it translates to “wake”, like the stream left behind a boat as it passes by. It could also refer to … More Sillage
