Archive | November, 2010

Corkscrew. Early in the morning. The air was chilly but inviting. Two motorcycles, alone, wandering corkscrew. The road roams through the Everglades from 41 to 82. It is officially number 850. A bunch of numbers that equal a quiet, winding, peaceful empty journey back in time. Panther Crossing signs are posted. No New Mines signs […]

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The excitement was genuine. No false motions. No planned words or phrases. No arranged entrance or agenda at all. Just a jumping up and down and a clapping when she saw him. One 2 1/2 year old greeting another 2 1/2 year old. It was precious. It was real. It was a gift to watch. […]

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The reunion. The gathering. The reconnecting. The revisiting. The detaching from the present and journeying back to your earlier self. Are you still investing in your story. Are you still dreaming. Are you still committing to what can still be. Set aside time for the reunion with you. Toast your journey. Plan the next leg […]

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Is there a line of demarcation. A moment of separation. A division from what was before and what was after. That event when before you were one way and afterward you were no longer that one way. The line of change. Abrupt. Forever different. A rebirth. Usually a challenge met and faced boldly by you. […]

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95 today. If. But for. 95. Yet 56 is the reality number. 39 is the difference. 95 less 56 is 39. 39 years ago. How do you measure a person's life. Numbers, years or the space the person filled for the time the person was here. How was that space occupied. Family, friends, learning, sharing, […]

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The bow was big. Really big. It was pinned on the top of her head. It pretty much took over her whole head. It was pink, of course. Or maybe white. Since the photo was black and white it was hard to tell. But I think pink. It probably matched the dress. Her face was […]

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Hours. How many exactly. How many total. Hours. How many wasted. Hours. How many tossed away like some crumbled up piece of paper. "127 Hours" got me thing about hours. The book/movie "127 Hours" got me thinking about hours. Over a lifetime how many hours. After you remove sleep from the equation how many hours. […]

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The cold front had come in. There was a chill in the air. The motorcycles were getting ready for an Alligator Alley run. Something about motorcycles. It disconnects you from the trivial and connects you to the profound. It permits you to visit yourself without interruption. Have a conversation with the universe while wandering on […]

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She refused to give up. She refused to give in. She just refused. She pushed herself to her limit. She kept running. She kept lifting the weights. She kept testing the envelope of not quitting.And then it was done. She wasn't done.She smiled. Grabbed the water bottle. Gave a high five to the others and […]

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