Love like water

After a few under-the-weather and no-run/no-yoga days, I felt a little stir-crazy so I bundled up this morning for a short walk. Lately, I’ve been practicing listening to what is around me rather than all of the whizzing and zig-zagging thoughts which sometimes fill my head. Predawn Manhappiness was cold and quiet. “Love like water.”  I … More Love like water

Longing for Belonging

We long to belong. Recently, I invested in a purple button down shirt complete with K-State Powercat embroidered on the chest. A first. It signaled a willingness to “join in” with the folks of Purpleville. It was a ridiculously tough decision inspired by this season and the long-last realization that I am normal…I want to belong, too. … More Longing for Belonging

Meraki & Kairos

Words. I love their subtlety and shades. Great power rests in each word to build and destroy; beseech and release; and heal the broken-hearted…set captives free. Words are – in many ways – magic. This morning while cleaning out a desk to return to a friend, I found a business-sized card with the Greek word, “meraki,” and its … More Meraki & Kairos

A helluva month

A month ago, I asked my friend, “What do you need?” and he answered me. And the month since has been a learning laboratory of open-heartedness, tears, courage, strength borrowed, bruising  reality, hopefulness, and more. In a word, it has been “life” and a helluva month. It has also been full of ad hoc adventures … More A helluva month

Yes to the Mess

Yes. Yes to “want to meet us at the park?” Yes to “want to join us for supper?” Yes to “I’ve got a fire and a beer. Come on over.” I’ve been saying yes lately to heaps of good things – easily identifiable ‘good things.’ Yesterday, I said yes to a few messy things: tears … More Yes to the Mess

Young at heart

Failure and freedom: I wrote of this Monday – cheekily mentioning about not staying in heartbreak hotel. How prescient. Tuesday evening, I cried with the fella as we watched our hearts break in a good hard decision towards focusing on shoring up a family and a future. The grief – the weight of the loss – is real. … More Young at heart