Category Archives: Writings

I’m hesitant to say I’m in love with my life. I might jinx it. But I am. From the rocky path that doubles as a French drain, to the deck for barbecuing that only exists in my imagination, to the two baby longleaf pines we planted today—it’s all gravy, baby. Speaking of gravy, I madeContinue reading “It’s All Gravy, Baby”

A handful of frozen blueberries, miniature Halloween gummy bears, and Hershey’s chocolates—my evening sweet tooth satisfied—I can kick back and watch my first-place Seattle Mariners take on the Houston Astros. During last night’s game, curled up on the couch, legs crossed and a cushion propping him up in his comfy stance, I said, “Isn’t itContinue reading “Center of the Circle”

I can get singularly focused, eyes on the prize, and relationally, it might come off bullheaded. The bullseye rarely is all I see, but with some goals, values, and stars we shoot for, the outer rings of failure are not an option. I abutted a layer of four-inch-thick, sludgy compost against the concrete pool deck.Continue reading “My Mini Grand Canyon”

You know that clean, chiseled, aesthetically perfected feeling of a fresh haircut? Or the just-for-you fit of a brand-new piece of clothing—tags still on, not too snug, not too bulky, straight from the fitting room? That’s my refrigerator right now. Its facelift came after my 11 p.m. impulse to pull out every last item, wipeContinue reading “Getting Into the Spirit”

I’m debriefing with myself. Sitting in quiet curiosity, wondering what the hell built the bedrock of insecurity and self-doubt I’ve been standing on. For one, I believed I owed people. The people who followed me, who found value and pleasure in what I created—I felt indebted to them. So even when my psyche crumbled likeContinue reading “Spidey Senses”

My left butt cheek—the spot right between the upper thigh and that crease—is sore. The sensation is somewhere between a rug burn, an achy muscle, and a sunburn. And I’m not even a little mad about it. That’s because…I got to ride a horse today! I love horses. Growing up, I had a horse namedContinue reading “Saddle Sore and Spellbound”

I’m all over the place. One minute I’m unhappily listening to the buzz of a tree-ripping machine on the neighboring property; the next I’m scrolling threats on social media and asking myself, when is enough enough? There’s a heavy weight on me—something’s got to give. It feels like waking from open-heart surgery: anesthetized, aware, butContinue reading “Burrowing Myself Below”

I’ve been sinking deeper into my life. Like a cozy set of pajamas you stay in a few extra hours on a Saturday, it’s this lounging calm, the burrowing into the days. Dave, Evelyn, and I are finding our groove with the structure of our routines. After two days of whiny “I’m bored” during ourContinue reading “The Deepening Lagoon”

Hi All, I’d like to use my writing time for reflection. To be with myself. To lean back, close my eyes or keep them open, and be with myself. I want to be in the silence. I want to feel the rise and fall of my chest. I just want to be. I want toContinue reading “The Spacious Soul”