Archive | October, 2012

A bold life

Diving deep or just shallow surface. Getting dirty or not making even a ripple.  Being so neat and tidy or ending it all a bit bruised and battered.  I vote for the deep dive, the getting dirty and the bruises and getting a bit battered. I need to know it was lived fully. We have […]

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A swing and a release

It seemed simple enough. I mean there was the 12 minute run and the bench presses, but the WOD itself was a few letters and a number…KB 150. For crossfitters it was kettle bell swings 150 times. But every minute on the minute, stop to do 5 box jumps.  Not a complicated exercise. Nothing fancy […]

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The magic of the first time

Do you remember the first time. The very first time. You never did it before so it was really the first time. And you knew it at the time. You realized that this was the first time. I suppose the last time you do it it will be just as memorable but I have to […]

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A loving moment

Time. What a trickster. It takes on a life of its own. It is this bucking horse rising in the air, twisting and turning , hitting the ground and rising again. You think you got a grip on it but it is all an illusion.  You don’t and you never did. So what to do […]

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A bubble popped

Bubbles. They are everywhere. It seems like everyone travels in their own bubble. Some times groups travel in together bubbles. You might think that together bubbles are a good thing but it just appears to reinforce a bubble agenda. A  type of isolation. Bubbles seem like it is a safe place but I just don’t […]

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An imperfect lunch

We sat across from each other at the restaurant. It was a long way from the lunch counter we used to sit at in the early years.  Today it was at a swanky spot with all the bells and whistles that swanky spots are known for. Yet within a few minutes we were just those […]

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The flipping coin

It is as if there is this coin flipping over and over in the air on its way to hittng the ground. Then it hits, bounces around and spins a bit and ends up heads or tails….life or death. Adventure or sameness. Doing or not doing. Being or not being. But the coin is always […]

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