Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m on a chilled September evening walk realizing how much I love being a Fall guy. Then, the thought of how being a fall guy in a different context has made me a stronger person and someone who uses that strength to help others. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m walking on some early Saturday sunshine chatting about the end of summer. I speak a bit about how this time of year has a feel to it and how many of us are scrambling to do all things summer in the final weeks of August. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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hot enough to split rocks
though, that July’s breeze was nice
so you were serious, London Dock and lemonade
because some dude at the dive bar last night said it was good
became our drink of the summer didn’t it
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m on a walk and tear-jerking with a few of my memories. I’m also caught in a vibe I just had to share because it makes me feel good to be alive and great to have lived so much already. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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those days we spent in the dory
barely a word was shared aloud
our language was unique to only us
on the nicest of days that were just for you and me
no sun, grey skies, grey ocean…with a hug of a fog
you had no idea but I loved watching you
in awe…
of my captain
my grandfather, only different
when I did, I felt safe and sound
adventurous…like your first mate
catching our bounty of fish for dear Theresa’s table
There is more to someone than what’s on the surface. That’s why I never judge based only on what I see. Because when I look deep down, I usually find what makes them great. – Ash
we used to catch grasshoppers on sun kissed Saturday mornings
between that and sliding down the hill on torn up cardboard our day was filled to the brim
laughing and carrying on in the void of time
taking trails and pathways in the forest to places we stored secrets and where monsters dwelled
sometimes, we’d blow kisses at dandelions sending them on journeys to who knows where
while shielding the sun from our brows to see where we should go off to next
my calculator watch blinks half past three, one hour til supper, still time to explore
the fish plant whistle sounds, and we look across the harbour just like the last time we heard it
this time a big boat captures our attention wondering what adventures they’ve had, how high were their seas and were there pirates
a seagull soars high squawking its return, coming back to us for a visit, it was never the same one….but we didn’t care
those days were hot, the ocean was cold, our little boy hearts warm
in the heat of the moment we thought the world stretched forever from the hillside where we perched and one day we would get to see the rest
for now, our world was big enough because our dreams were much much bigger
his wooden narwhal
sits in its place on a shelf
I stare in envy
when flowers turn to me
I greet them with a smile
we sway together
if I’m lucky I get a dance
some are shy, but most adore the attention
they love it when I stop along the way
telling me secrets like they only bloom for me
and growing high toward the sky is a goal from the seed
they love rain…though, not too much
just a quench
bees come over on Sunday and leave with sprinkled gifts
fields are nice when people run through them
trails are cozy when adventurers explore them
gardens are where they flourish
making your heart feel something is where they reach
so they say
when I stop
when flowers turn to me
Ah, mermaids…
I remember being a small boy fighting pirates on the hillside where I played. My friends, my seamen, brave as we sailed the high seas by way of a large stone in the middle of an open field. Arr, she be like the grandest sail a pirate could ever command. We set course in the wind of our imaginations. Three of us slaying and saving mermaids in the hot sun with a mountain backdrop. Our bounty of a summer’s day with the ladies of the ocean made us fight with passion, with heart. We were promised a wet kiss. We told those types of stories. Our own stories because we were kids and that’s where stories start.
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