journey
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Translating the Wind
somewhere between where I was and where I am going, I reside abandoning all other options careless to the chaos of choice the noise ceases and I am still Oh restless heart, make peace with yourself a decade ago I wandered from city to small town overwhelmed by the meaning in every place, person, and moment every Continue reading
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Let Me Tell You A Story
I am sitting down to write this morning because that seems to be the way I get my lungs and heart to work. Writing sometimes feels like riding a stationary bicycle. You approach it with resistance, maybe a little boredom. You don’t really feel like you are getting anywhere, but later you feel the ache Continue reading