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A Well Run Life

Jul 31, 2018

Some dirty rotten scoundrel stole my Trailer at Grace Farms.

I doubt the thief realized that it was my trailer.

To the thief, it was “A” Trailer or “The Trailer.”

Be that as it may

I am taking it personally.

Jun 17, 2018

Every wave seems to make it a point to let me know how powerless I am to stop it.


But this doesn’t bother me.


I go over or under their power without any fear.


I don’t sit still easily. I prefer motion to rest.


And I must like to worry –


Because I do it all the time.


I have a relentlessness to me


May 30, 2018

I am staring at the Kale.

And the Kale is staring back.

When it was a seed – small and full of potential – it needed me to coax it from it’s confining shell out to a wide-open world of possibility.

Now, it’s life is largely its own. Sun and water feed it

and it grows nearly perceptibly in front of my...

May 18, 2018

If you are wondering if you are ready for the big adventure ahead.


Let me report form the edges of competence


It’s a dangerous ledge with risks of may even be fatal.


But, let me be an example


I have survived all the consequences of my mistakes


– serious as some have been.


Let the voice in your head keep...

Apr 9, 2018

I am crying.

Two seconds ago, I was a middle-aged man planning his day over an Americano.

Then, I get a text from my cousin.

I am not crying quiet – dignified-like.

My nose is running and I am thanking god the bill is already paid.

On the way to the car, I compose myself.

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