Running

Out to the trail this morning.

It is a beautiful day.
Our healthy bodies are amazing machines.
Pumping oxygen to each cell to fuel the race.
I can’t wait to sweat, be sore, feel alive, run for miles, lose my breath, race a stoplight, and then rest.
What a great day.
Advertisements

Discovery (song lyrics)

The thunder rolls into the desert like a wolf on the chase of a lone girl.

Kicking up sand and kicking dust, making her way to Omaha.

Blistered toes and bleeding knees.

Stitch in her side, can’t breath.

Lucky luck fell into me.

Lucky love fell into me.

Rain falls from the charcoal clouds, feeding the thirst of our young girl.

Lay your lay me down to sleep, you’ve gone so hard so rest your feet..

Ease your eyes.

Dream of me at your side.

With the moon comes the tide.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Rescue me from my demons, these are things a bottle can’t do.

You don’t know it yet, but I knew you before we met.

Mississippi running girl.

Doing that Franklin twirl.

The West Bank on Riverside.

The West Bank on Riverside.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Discover me, my discovery.

Discover me, my discovery.

Loohcs Lacidem [] Medical School

With the pedal always to the floorboard you get to do so many things.
Opportunities will pass you by, but stagnation is a foreign concept.
We cover so much ground watching the scenery flicker away, like a time-lapse video of the seasons changing or the rain forrest jumping at unclaimed sunlight.
Responsibility is thrust on our shoulders, barely giving maturity a chance to catch up.
Before we can take that deep breath to let our thoughts and reflections sink into the dry soil, we are forced to decide which path to take.
Mr. Frost chose the road less taken. A scary concept, indeed.
Maybe it isn’t so much which road is traveled less, but which road fits the soles of our feet best.
So as the landscape flies by, and we sift through our best options, we need to listen to our aching toes and ask, which path feels the best?
Then all that is left is to steer the car and watch the slideshow.

Frozen Morning

The lake is frozen

The snow, a blue reflection of the sky

Split by the forested horizon

A golden path bumps across the lake’s surface

Leading to the waking sun

I would like to think I see the same beauty

From this house that I would from a yurt or a teepee

But would it feel the same?

The only thing missing is my wife

She sleeps deep in the warm den

Dare I open the door

Letting light pour in

Flooding her out of the sheets?

I dare.

Fog Off the Harbor. 8/10/09

If I had no sense of direction

And no prior knowledge of where I was

I might think this was a fog was coming in off the harbor

In a place like New Jersey or Portland, Oregon.

And just beyond that building

Maybe another block down was an old shipyard,

Filled with skiffs, and wharfs, and a beaten down barge

Waiting to be used again.

The traffic might be drowning the cries of the gulls

Or they could still be asleep.

And there is a beaten down shop

Serving stale coffee

To weathered men in yellow slickers

And black stocking caps

Who remind me of The Old Man And The Sea.

Each morning I could put on my water proof shoes

And head down to the shore.

I’d collect broken glass, torn netting,

And pieces of wood

That were more like bone now

After being polished by the waves and sand.

The salt in the air would pickle my skin

And I wouldn’t know that the town I was in

Was old Omaha

So far away from the Ocean

And surrounded by land.

I would think this fog was coming in off the harbor

In a place like San Fransisco or somewhere in New England,

And I’d be a happier man.

Our anniversary picnic!

Sara and I went out for our anniversary on July 26. We drove into Iowa and headed for an afternoon at a winery. On our way we stopped and had a picnic in a small field. We had ski cheese, avocado, Jimmy John’s bread, and tuna. We polished it off with some sparkling grape juice. It was an awesome picnic and a great way to celebrate our event.

I feel like summer is already threatening to leave us. I actually prefer fall, but I still find it hard to watch such a great summer go by. Such is the way of life, I guess. Enjoy the seasons and then wave as they pass you by.