so much to say. or so i thought. lately i’ve been listening more and more to the people closest and furthest away to the clatter of hoofbeats the yapping heads the wailing of desert orphans the guns of war sweet sounds of new babies as they pass through the office in their mum and dads’ … More so much to say
How are you? Are you busy? Racing from work to kids’ practices and afternoon meetings? Are you up early each day and slow down late at night? Juggling this and that? Working hard to study up, work off, pay off that bill and prepare the kids to rock their world? How’s it going? I spent … More Un-muddying the water
I’ve been quiet lately. Not so much listening to some inner voice or pacing the halls in worry. Just quiet. Paying attention. Tending to my life. Walking the giant pup. As Izzy and I sit on my front stoop in the mornings after a walk about town, I find a quieting clarity in my coffee, … More Questions I’m asking
It is dreary outside today so the people who shine from within stand out. Like the stranger who waved as he turned in front of the Sweet Vibe while I ran an errand. We don’t know one another, but his kindness activated a bit of light in a day where overcast would be a step … More the shiny people
I lost my voice. And I kind of love it. Not so much the endless cups of tea and not being able to run (the wheezing…), but losing my voice has helped me find a few important things like solitude, more attentive listening, greater thoughtfulness when I do attempt speech and the best maniacally-sounding laugh … More in the quiet.
I am in my favorite Kansas place – on the Konza Prairie – though scribbling as a meeting wraps up instead of hiking the trails. It’s been a full day. A full weekend of adventure and friends lost to the insidiousness of cancer and more. Bitter mixed with sweet. This afternoon, I wanted to curl … More The need for quiet spaces
I like words. I love the way their syllables and sounds roll and tumble over my teeth like cool water in a stream though sometimes they blast – more unwelcome explosion than gentle refreshing. I like quiet. And sometimes quiet is the only appropriate response. Maybe a walk or shared wine. a note. an awkward … More When words don’t cut it.
Autumn has begun its final approach to the Flint Hills. Cooler weather signals relief from the scorching summer sun and wilting humidity. A change is in the wind. It also means soon the grass will be veiled in its wintry brown and flowers will have faded with the splash park days. Football-weather breezes and pumpkin lattes arrive as … More What remains
I am waiting on word of a test; someone I love is wondering. I am waiting to hear from a friend who is on another adventure – one both bitter and sweet. We are waiting for the swelter-fest of summer to break and early fall to supplant the 100+ degrees from the Flint Hills. Some … More Waiting
Sometimes in our frenetic comings and goings, we catch glimpse of a sky that drops our plans and causes us to give chase. We want one good glimpse. A long look into a spanning palette. We need one last shot. A moment to savor the uncluttered sky. No power lines, fast food signs, and billboards in our … More Wonder