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balanced life, heart, kids, life is good, living for real, love, marriage, perspective, prayer, run, suicide, thirst / 08.06.2017

I’m drained and exhausted. Tedious tasks scream to be tackled. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is really wrong. But the world around me is demanding my attention and time. And my attention is feeble. My energy and focus are depleted. I try to center myself, to embrace my mess. The segments of my day, the chunks of time, crumble. I try to sweep up bits and minutes for use, but scraps are all that are left. I walk away from the mess beaten.   Yesterday was my twentieth wedding anniversary. Going...

addiction, anxiety, crying, pain, past, thirst / 11.10.2015

  Take and eat. This is my body, broken for you.   My head is exploding in pain. Day two.   Could be I need an updated prescription for my glasses. Or I eat too much sugar and processed food. Or I have neglected exercise for days. Or I am carrying too much tension in my shoulders and neck. Or I have consumed excessive amounts of caffeine.   When you’re the picture of health as I am, it’s hard to pinpoint a cause of the migraine.   Whatever the origin, the fact is: my head hurts. Sleep...

blessings, Jamaica, service, thirst / 01.08.2013

Last Wednesday I spoon fed a teenager. White rice, meat with sauce. She didn’t make eye contact.   The dust from the parched earth was easy to see on her deep brown skin.  She made raspberries with her lips like a baby every third bite or so - lucky for me she turned her head to the side first and aimed at the air, not my face.   I don’t know her name.   I don’t know where or when she was born.   I don’t know if her disability has a label.  But for one hour,...

addiction, some things you keep, thirst / 19.06.2013

Skydiving was never on my list of dreams. Okay, I had no list when I was in my young adult prime. I ambled through each day, tackling life as it came. If you would have asked at any point during my first 20 years, I would have said, “No way do I want to jump out of a plane.”   My addictive behaviors were probably symptoms of my discontent with myself. I didn’t like the way things were going so I threw myself into whatever came along (men, drugs,...