#OTR50 Day 84: I am the Mountain
I was the mountain I had to move | And now I am moving | […] If I move my mountain without direction, I may circle in place […]
Read MoreOn the Road Past 50: My internal zephyr… from fluttery wisps to whirlwind tempests
I was the mountain I had to move | And now I am moving | […] If I move my mountain without direction, I may circle in place […]
Read MoreMy Socks Don’t Match Every so often, I wear my favorite mismatched socks. Every so often, someone tells me how awesome they are. Sometimes they are hidden like the parts of me that are invisible to the world. Then, no one says anything. Even when no one notices . . . I know. I am […]
Read MoreI use the slow morning of a vacation day to prep myself, to convince myself. To try and be better than I was the day before, and the day before that, and again and again the day before so many times over […]
Read MoreI tried to take a photo of the dog today, but every angle included my messy lived-in house […]
Read MoreSurvived by . . . I read about you In the news today The story of your life The people that you left behind I never knew you You knew people I know You were loved and you loved People that I know You were a parent a sibling a spouse a friend When I […]
Read MoreI regularly travel for work. Sometimes I don’t mind it, sometimes I do. Sometimes it feels burdensome and irritating and then again it can occasionally be fun and exciting. I have most certainly been to locations I may never have ventured without a purpose outside of leisure. This post is written from Washington, D.C. — […]
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