Where's My Head?

Mom always said I'd lose it...


Wishing on a star

All those times we looked up at the sky
Looking out so far, it felt like we could fly
Grace Potter — "Stars"

I was out walking my dog last night and it was so beautiful and clear out that the night sky was just filled with stars. More stars than are usually visible were shining all around and that never fails to make me pause and drink it in. It reminded me of when i used to run back in college. I would take off from in front of my dorm and head through the downtown of the small […]

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Christianity

  • 1 year ago




Len-ding Support (See what I did there?)

"... and thank you for your support."
— Frank Bartles and Ed Jaymes

I was ever so gently admonished by Len this week for not sharing what's on my mind when something is bothering me. To quote the great Jim Dale as the narrator of Pushing Daisies, the facts are these.

I've not been sleeping particularly well for the last couple weeks and one day I offhandedly mentioned in a text to her that I guess I had too much on my mind. But every time she asks about it, I seem to deflect the conversation back to her as I […]

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Life

  • 1 year ago




Random Thoughts #1

Just a collection of things that don't merit a full post all to themselves. This could easily become a regular feature where the mindless fluff and short bits of amazingly profound wisdom congregate and then present themselves to a weary world in need of their refreshment.

Or not.

  • I'm subscribed to way too many podcasts.

  • The thing I miss the most from my old life are the simple pleasures. I'm a big fan of the really nice moments that happen all the time but sometimes get overlooked in the search for the big events. I want to sit together with […]

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Life Random

  • 1 year ago




The Conversation

No words are spoken
A hand slips into a hand
Fingers intertwine
Thumbs caress each other in a familiar dance

No words are spoken
A head leans onto a shoulder
Crisp night air is breathed in
Contented sighs are breathed out

No words are spoken
An eye catches glimpse of a smile
Footsteps match footsteps
Lips tenderly touch hair

No words are spoken
And yet everything is said

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Love Poetry

  • 1 year ago




Moving past the past

When did I become an idiot? I didn't use to be an idiot. I used to actually be rather smart (former Mensa member) and I had some real common sense. Now, however, that all seems to have left me to the point that some days it feels like I don't even know how to tie my own shoes. OK, not really — that's hyperbole but, truthfully, I sometimes find myself face to face with things that seem like they should be so obvious but that I simply haven't been able to get out of my own idiot […]

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Christianity

  • 1 year ago