If you can’t run then you can give back to the thing that has given you so much.
Tarmac Meditations #94: I Think It’s Gonna Rain
Thinking about writing is not the same thing as writing.
Tarmac Meditations #93:Travellin’
There I was back home again (well it was home for a while when I was young)… folks asked me where I’d been, I told ’em I’d been West.
Tarmac Meditations #92: A New Year
Slept a little after the long two days of shooting. Kept waking up in the “arms of a nightmare.” It was cold this morning. Clean. Sad.
Tarmac Meditations #91: Yesterdays
Yesterday I stood around in a room full of people, in a city where I used to live. Many of of these folks I have known for all of my life and some of them for all of their lives. Family. It looked like the same party it has always been, a little smaller, a little quieter. There was someone missing …
Tarmac Meditations #90: Facing Up To it
I am swimming upstream. Come the end of summer, cool air, touch of Fall, the beginning of the end of things in this cycle, time to take stock, stock up, buy school supplies, bring on the next chapter.
Tarmac Meditations #89: Waddayagonnado
“There is nothing quite so gentle, deep, and irrational as our running—and nothing quite so savage, and so wild.” ~ Bernd Heinrich.
Tarmac Meditations #89: Hurrying Near
Went to the track this morning. Did some quarter mile like repeat stuff. Felt old, tired, stiff, wore out and, finally, pretty good. Remembered that I was never a track star or even “real good”.
Tarmac Meditations #88: Good Animals
“There is no substitute for learning to live in our bodies. All the tests and all the machines in the world will fail if we do not first become good animals.” ~ George Sheehan
Every Word
“Every word was a lie” is what I wrote one day, but then again, how would I know? I believed it even when I knew it wasn’t true because that’s what you do when she’s young and time is running out …
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