Linda, Retired from Michigan

Today is a great day!  Why?  Because I can count. But I can’t count high enough.  There are too many blessing to count.  I’d never be done counting.  I’d start with the fact that I woke up this morning (1).  Then I’d count the fact that my health is better than others (2).  I couldn’t overlook my beautiful and healthy family (3). I could go on and on, but it would eventually sound like I’m bragging.  

I am a humble man, and in my humility I am open to a world of criticism and/or praise.  My ego yearns for positive reinforcement.  Today was no different, except for…

Today I met Linda, retired from Michigan.  While chatting with Jocelyn from North Carolina, I began to editorialize and socialize and entertain. It was beautiful!  My audience was responsive.  My presentation was edgy and relavent. My audience attentively smiled and asked for more.  We were engaged and it felt natural.  

Most teachers are natural entertainers.  We are knowledgeable about social interaction and we are well versed on how to perpetuate a conversation.  We are always seeking that “teachable moment.”  It’s like a drug, but way more addictive.  

Linda, retired from Michigan, was also a teacher. She knows the struggle, and she continues to advocate for our students and the conditions that current educators struggle with routinely. 

She looked me squarely in the eye and said, “you should be a comedian!”  I kindly thanked her for the compliment.  And then I thought, maybe Linda, retired from Michigan, was right. 

This fired me up, I told three more stories.  Career, relationships, and parenthood…these would be my topics (my comic bits). My audience agreed.  So I embellished and tweaked each real story until one man laughed so hard. I thought he was going to need a doctor.  

When I began to bloggers ago, it was personal therapy and reflection.  But what better therapy is there than laughter? And I could provide a service to others???   THIS IS MY love language–affirming words and service towards others.  

Stay tuned.  

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Let the journey continue!


Be Inspired..!!

Why are we afraid of silence?! Why does it become overwhelming when we are alone and there is no voice around?! Why do we want to keep ourselves busy all the time?! Isn’t the soul of human beings, the soul of the universe or whatever power it is that’s running the earth and its resources present in this “silence”?! Then why are we running away from something that we eventually have to become a part of?!

Well the above few lines clearly define what being alone and silence does to me. It causes chaos in my mind, it causes bewilderment! But the good part of it is that it forces me to find a reason to get over it, because hey, it’s Monday tomorrow and I have to be focused at work.

So, I figured out reason for why we are scared of silence or rather why I am (to…

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hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple …

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I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately.




(Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.)

But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now.

I disappeared into a hole in the trees — freckled dark shade and lush underbrush. I felt alive and at peace, and when I came out, I walked home and rustled through the bookshelves until I found this little gem by Mr. Cummings (or cummings, if you like) …

It’s a poem, but today I’m saying it like a prayer… For me and for you:

e.e. cummings

May we stay hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple, always. ❤

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Waiting For the G-Pumpkin

Waiting on anything that you truly want is as necessary to the process of having it…as it is to appreciating the process.  

Analogies  Not everyone one understands them. Let’s break it down.  To want something is to earn it OR have it given freely.  But to have it given freely devalues it worth.  To EARN it is to appreciate it AND develop an intrinsic value far greater than what was even anticipated.  

Slow it down.  Break it down…


Honor the process.  Know the process.  Adhere to the process.  What’s the process?!?  It’s hard to wait on something when there’s a lack of understanding.  It’s difficult to adhere to a process when the standard keeps changing.  It’s impossible to stick with the process if it doesn’t exist.  

Linus asked Sally to join him in his wait.  Together they waited on the “Great Pumpkin.” He had waited for a long time. He believed. He subscribed to a legend that the rest of the world had long since given up.  He was the last to believe, and his belief system could not be rocked. 
Sally, on the other hand, just loved Linus.  She believed in him. They had love languages that were very different.  He was a affirmed by her belief in him. She was committed to serving him. Together they could compliment each other. But there was a lack of communication. 

No matter how much they trusted each other, their goal was not the same.  He sought clarity. He held an energy that was built on belief and eventual delivery.  He was excited for the story he’d be able to tell.  Victory would be his!

She wanted to be by his side.  She wanted to support him.  She looked forward to the victory, but she was not as committed to the process.  She needed proof.  She was no fool.  She wouldn’t wait forever.  She trusted him, not the process. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even understand the process. 

In the end, she gave up.  She waited and waited.  She watched the signs.  She grew cold and weary.  She asked questions, but received no answers.  She could commit no longer.  

In a disappointed rant, she walked away.  She looked back as he yelled, “just wait, you’ll see!”   

It wasn’t about the “Great Pumpkin” at all.  It was symbolic.  She waited on him.  He will continue to wait.  He will surely ask someone new to sit with him in the pumpkin patch.  But it won’t be Sally.  It won’t be Sally!

Two Roads …

Amazingly timely! The convergence of two roads…

There’s a high road and a low road. Their intersection reveals that they both commence at two very opposite origins. No doubt they will arrive at two very remote destinations. That intersection is all that the two have in common. That one moment in time that the two are connected…

And then there is the third road. A heavenly path! Lit by God’s sun, and not often evident unless we look closely, it is the road less traveled. Believe that it is the most direct, and yet the least sought.

We are blessed with choices. Seek ye first, the kingdom! Man made roads are distractions and less direct.

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I’ll tell you a secret: for a little while I’ve been standing at a crossroads. Stuck fast.

Big, hard-edged life choices have always been difficult for me, with my watery, soft-smudged way of seeing the world, and this season is no exception. The roads are diverging for me, and whichever way I choose has the potential to drastically change my future.

I don’t know, I find myself saying often.

I don’t know.


The other day I was scrolling through the photo library of my old IPhone 4S — the one that I used to start this little blog, once upon a time — and I stumbled on this photo:

Down on the greenway near Carilion, at a bend where the trail meets the river, there’s a spot where you can stand under the intersection of three bridges: the railroad trestle, the roadway, and the pedestrian bridge. I was always…

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Dear Bed

How have you been?  It’s been too long.  My apologies are many but I await your apology too.  I know it won’t come because you will never knew why I left you for so long. You don’t even realize that you were wrong for me.  And that I was not at all what you needed. 

My new adventures have taken me away from my true love.  I will miss you. But I am awake now.  I will is you terribly. 

I long to sleep with you again–to hold you tight. Parting is such great sorrow.  Alas, I have moved on. My new life awaits.