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