Moving beyond the comfort zone: The poetry of breathing into the spaces beyond.Read More
It is more comfortable to give in, to give up, to eat, to slouch, to yell, to accuse, to scroll, to zone out, to sleep. But those choices do not lead to the life that I want to live.Read More
I posted this photo on Facebook yesterday. I wrote that it broke my heart.
The story behind it is of my 9 year old son who, because he is part of a new program this year, rides the bus to the high school (with high school and junior high kids) where he transfers to a different bus that takes him to his elementary school.
In this photo, the first day back to school, the boys behind him have just made a joke. My son is trying to gain their favor by acting cool, aloof, and yet, he looks my direction to make sure I am there. He is still just 9.
Have you heard this?
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift.
That's why they call it the present."
If you haven't, I apologize for poking fun. If you have, please just nod along...
I had a thought while running this morning, in 84 degree F weather, when the wind had decided to stop and the sun decided to swell in full glory. Mildly uncomfortable.
A not-so-accurate portrayal of running.