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        Truth, I didn’t feel like doing it—but I did.         My hamstrings still hurt from squats the day before.  It was a struggle to reach my feet, to put on socks and tie my shoes—but I managed.         My intention was hang cleans and incline press, but I reconsidered.  I […]

               Do you ever find miraculous the little ways God surprises: preparing and foreshadowing in use of our own words, and others, toward moment we’d never expect?                It happened to me yesterday.                This past Sunday, I saw a friend at Mass.  His is one of the first friendly faces we met at the […]

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        I walk in from different point from road.  I cross a draw dividing ride and set up along a trail that runs with curve and lie of the other side in parallel with elevation.           I sit beside a tree that looks familiar—and there’s reason that it does.  Set up, I turn […]

               Days into a new year, I’ve yet to speak, write, or determine resolution.  Maybe change isn’t always what it’s sold to be, especially when it is for no reason or purpose beyond change itself.                 I am a few years in to a new computer, which I guess means it is no longer new, […]

               We rest in the kitchen in the morning light whose walls are cast in rainbow speckles of broken light through snowflake ornament of cut glass that hangs in eastern window through which sun shines.                It is quiet time, my mother-in-law and I, that we share often when I am east and her daughter, […]

        I went for a run again today.  This makes two days in a row, but this one I went alone.         My legs ached (and still do) unused to and atrophied from my period of complacence.  The cold air burned my lungs, or more my heart by feeling and place (and if […]

        I went for a run with my son today.  I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been.           I started with a bold statement, “I’m going to go get our teenagers into shape.”         Then I listened to myself, how ridiculous and untrue it was and fast-corrected, “No, I’m […]

        As a father, there is something I love of large family events when all our living generations gather together again: the idea and belief that some of the most special and important people in our lives have not come into our lives—not even created yet.         How cool is that? […]