At the Dick Beardsley Marathon Running Camp in Minnesota, Michael struggles with the soundtrack for his video. Somehow Lou Reed doesn’t inspire a healthy lifestyle. But hip hop? Really?
Tarmac Meditations #34: Shock and Awe in Minor Key
Strange day. Not enough sleep, head cold coming in, trumpeter swans on the lake, North wind blowing strong, storm coming. Full of signs and portents? Maybe. Maybe not. Beautiful in the way that the norm is replaced by an awareness of powers greater than any schedule…
Tarmac Meditations #33: Time Flies or Something Like That
A runner takes up position on the sidelines of a marathon and life gains clarity in the viewfinder of his camera as he photographs the race.
Dancing After Midnight
A man meets a woman and writes a poem. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But things aren’t always as they seem.
Mandy’s Tune
My city is dying from the inside. The suburbs keep sending the brightest and the best to fill in the ranks. Nobody knows nobody or so they say. The smoke rises, the bodies break, the hometown football warriors, the homecoming queens become ghosts. The war on drugs is just about over. All that remains is the body count and next week’s order.
All Bets Are Off
I walk into the once inviting lobby of this Halifax water front hotel and am immediately assailed by the reek of tobacco, stale beer and a hint of unwashed flesh. The high-pitched chiming and ringing of the gaming machines almost drowns out the low hum of human voices. Every once in a while a bell […]
Tarmac Meditations #30: The Bruises Have Yet to Show
In the latest Tarmac Medititations, Michael suffers from fever, migraine and blueberry withdrawal — and too much Facebook.
Sober Without God: Love, Honesty, and the Pursuit of a Good Life
I have spent the majority of my years on this earth castigating myself for my lack of restraint and poor decision-making, allowing my own weaknesses a drunken pass to design a lesser life. If I am to move forward into a future in which I can both believe and love, a future in which those I care about can also believe and love, sobriety is not an option, and I truly and honestly trust that I can be sober without surrendering myself as powerless before a deity in which I have no faith.
Tarmac Meditations # 24 – And So it Goes
A quiet day. A nap ended with sounds of gunfire becoming fireworks across the night sky. Grabbed my camera set it to ISO 100, Bulb shutter remote release, 5.6F Stop, leveled the tripod and started to shoot. “One more time, one more night” in the land of the free, home of the brave.
Tarmac Meditations # 23 – Just Go
Michael Lebowitz reflects on running, recovery and life in the popular Tarmac Meditations series of diary entries.
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