Remembering my Father
What is worth the time of mind?
"You inspire me, and I inspire you, and we inspire the world." - Grouch and Eli I walk a line between anxiousness/ fear and excitement when something or someone inspires me. What I've been wrestling with lately is, "how to respond to inspiration?" We went to a live performance of Beauty and the Beast last … Continue reading I-N-S-P-I-R-A-T-I-O-N
A few weeks ago, there was snowstorm... a big storm. Shoveling and snow blowing was a daily activity for a few days. As I snowblowed two feet of snow amidst an ongoing snow storm, it was hard not to have that Ecclesiastes feeling of meaningless, its all meaningless; because I knew that I would have … Continue reading Meaningless, or is it?
I was eating my breakfast this morning, french toast medallions, and noticed the steam rising from the teapot on the stove; the same thing was happening with my coffee cup. There was something beautiful about the way the steam swirled and danced into nothing against the morning sunlight coming through the windows. It was simple... … Continue reading Teapot
Today. It’s beautiful outside, snow on the trees, its quiet in the house, and it’s 6:00 am on a Saturday. For some reason, I’m laying in bed latent with energy; my skin almost crawling. This is great when I need to go to work or I have an early morning trail run planned with my … Continue reading Today
Aragorn:"Give me your sword. What is your name?" Haleth: "Haleth son of Hama my lord. The men are saying we will not live out the night they are saying it is hopeless." Aragorn: "This is a good sword, Haleth son of Hama...There is always hope" - Scene from The Two Towers There is always hope. I … Continue reading There is always Hope
“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien I believe that deep inside of all of us there is a longing for adventure. There is a healing that takes place inside … Continue reading Part 4: Broken smiles
I always knew my dad was tough. He was a welder/fitter for 30+ years, and he was strong. I always wanted to have arms like my dad. Well actually, growing up I wanted to have arms like the Ultimate Warrior; I probably wanted the face paint too. Wrestlemania VI...so epic, it was the "Ultimate Challenge". … Continue reading Part 3: Death and toughness
"I love my father and I love him well, I hope to see him someday soon." Someday Soon by Alexi Murdoch, such a good song. I feel like him and I would get along well, and I think we'd have some great conversation. I discovered his album Time Without Consequence randomly by browsing through the … Continue reading Rennos, death, and broken teeth part 2