Posts Tagged ‘hope’
Meeting the Eye
There are a couple of components to this, but I think they’re related. One of which I’ve been meaning to write about for a while now, the other which is cuttingly fresh. By the way, I’m writing this with the cat sleeping between my outstretched and now numb legs. The lengths I go to to…
Read MoreDigging Deep
Lately, I’ve been going through my days on the surface, just kind of skimming along without any real connection to what I’m doing. The content hasn’t changed, I still ride my bike, walk the dogs, work. But I do all of this not truly aware of what I’m doing, without focus and without care. I…
Read MoreAnd then another day
There isn’t much more to it than this, just 24 hours of input and things can go south pretty quick. Words, good or bad, as a trigger. There are as many faces to depression as there are people who suffer it, so what I’m about to write isn’t prescriptive by any means. You need to…
Read MoreSingletrack Commute, revisited
This morning I drummed myself up out of bed shortly after the sun rose above Grotto Mountain. It was a close call. I hit the snooze button once, and then twice, and then finally I sleepily calculated the time I had left before work and then rolled out. I have time, I thought. I have…
Read MoreA Part of You
I ran tonight for the first time in a long time. Not long, twenty minutes according to the tenants of my plan (this is 20 More Minutes after all) and I stuck to it coming in at just over 21 minutes. Slow, quiet and alone in the bush. A conditioning run that will hopefully become…
Read MoreMy Silence
Some mornings I wake up with the sun shining full in our bedroom windows, and the windows are left open slightly overnight to draw in the cool air, so in the mornings they also draw in the sound of the birds in the trees of the park across the street. And when I walk the…
Read MoreSomething Good
Today I’ll try to do things differently. I took yesterday as a pretty bad day. I slept poorly and had troubles getting myself out of bed. My first interactions with others were negative, a staff member complaining to me, “don’t take this personally”, but it was. An old friend posted his post-mortem letter to his…
Read MoreSix Ravens
Six ravens in the sky and one peeled off from the rest. That left 5 ravens together cawing their way up, circling on warm air pocketed below the mountain and one raven ditching toward the forest canopy with it’s wings tucked tight against the body, twisting and checking speed and balance, twisting into the branches…
Read MoreA Mildly Principled World, pt 1
I had a confusing conversation with an old, old friend tonight. I can understand his position, it’s obvious. But there are subtleties that I think are overlooked. To be flippant, our talk was about “rad-ness” and the current trend to be the “best person you were meant to be.” To be true, so much of…
Read MoreFind One if You Want
I’m pretty sure the growing public perception of me is that I’m going nuts (more nuts?), so I’m just going to throw this one out there without much of a filter. It’s probably a misguided idea. I despise commerce, always have. It bothers me to no end that someone who has the skills, knowledge or…
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