Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        It is disgustingly hot out.  I don’t want to be outside—but here I am, smoking a cigar because I know it is a one conditioned activity where I am given time alone.         I’m peopled out, not in a negative way, but the way that comes of an introvert who believes, […]

        Slowly, I tweak, refining on the chicken coop.  Closed in, I made it too hot and dark.  Preparing for new chicks—another start, another learning—I block the open floor beneath the roost until large enough to stand on the wire mesh without feet falling through, open to predators that check at night.       […]

               If work spaces are reflections of our life and order, then both are disheveled mess.                 I look at my desk.  It is covered in clutter.  I don’t know where all it came from but, without question, it is there.  Not taking time to clean and clear away, it’s corroded space and place for […]

               “Life’s too short to be mysterious.  Be wildly obsessed with the things and people you love.” _____                I’m a morning person.  I slept in today—but none of us are perfect, even at what it is we believe we are.  Still, I like waking early before the sun is up—reading, thinking, and writing before […]