#newbeginnings
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Blog: Into July’s Slip

The last leg of the journey complete, I’ve docked for the remainder of the month – pending my work insisting I head to Germany for a few weeks this month or next. My only real concern anymore is the well-being of this sweet pup who has been so brave to make it so far from… Continue reading
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Blog: Choices on the Open Ocean

I sailed across a sea of sunlit green today, crossing rivers I’d never seen prior, seeing new states and license plates. Tonight’s landing is the perfect blend of the first and the second spots. It’s close enough to civilization that I can Grubhub myself a proper dinner to break up the convenience store bites (often… Continue reading
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Blog: Dialing up the Bon of the Voyage

Trying to build the life I wanted has required several new levels of intellectual, emotional, and intestinal fortitude that the prescribed, expected, and safer path I was on prior did not. As I make my way on this journey from grand master Tower moment to Phoenix risen, I hope to share a tidbit or two… Continue reading
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Blog: The Cut

The house is being fixed up and shown, and I have 3 carloads, 3.5? To make 1. The end was a mad dash to just box and bag, clear surfaces, and make room. Last night and tonight, I’ll be musing on the last choices, what really makes “the cut”, what can be left behind or… Continue reading
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Re-Pattern

For all the words I knowI simply don’t know the wordsFor any of this Perpetually misunderstoodOver-explain apologizeIn 3 languages SpeechlessHow deeply this reachesRetrace the pattern to know thatThe right ones knowOr try to safely understand and with you grow Now the wordless momentsGive space for me to know thatThere’s a wound to heal Why does… Continue reading
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Shards

I will pluck every shardFrom my mindYour venom touch No sleep, I want to hearPulls and popsThat tear the hush Counting each crimson chipEach small deathPunctures me pale I offer eachA gentle kissA quiet wakeA silent wail Time grew scars, tough and soreWhere softnessAnd delight reigned Azure lights lost to grayEach feelingFearful or feigned I… Continue reading
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Canary

Quiet days feel worse than beforeHovering softly by the doorOr window staring out Simple pleasures that help restoreRarely do much anymore toDisplace the waves of doubt A stranger wand’ring her own houseCaged songbird eager to be dousedIn sunlight, a new route She moves as silent as a mouseA spectre of a broken spouseWhat’s left to… Continue reading