It was cold yesterday … but for a few minutes I wasn’t sixty something and overweight / under-trained, sleep deprived, anxious and filled with a sense of wariness; for a moment I was present with myself!
Striding Unfamiliar Streets
When we step into new places we step with feet shaped by our familiar spaces and places. Our eyes, at first, see only variations on the scenes of our homeland.
Tarmac Meditations #108: Feelin’ it
Pulled up an old photo to describe what it feels like today…back at it though. New motivation since becoming a grandfather…
Tarmac Meditations #107: Getting Started
Leading up to making a proposal for funds to write a book!
Tarmac Meditations #106: Solid Gone
On being here and there, wherever there might be.
Tarmac Meditations #105: Snow Line
Writer Michael Lebowitz tales a look back and a look forward.
Tarmac Meditations #104: Empty Like November
Empty does not always mean that there is nothing to be seen.
Tarmac Meditations #103: On Not Running and Not Writing
Apparently I will do anything not to write including eating, reading the newspaper, cleaning the office …
Tarmac Meditations #102: Dreams
The absence of something is the generation of something new.
Tarmac Meditations #101: Get Lost, Get Found
I got lost yesterday. Not for the first time. Found the trail head eventually by staying on the trail, trusting my sense of direction, and, by having no real choice.
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