Reading it forwards
Our life ages gracefully.
Can we go backwards?
Category: Personal Reflections
Lessons learned about life; pearls of wisdom I’ve gleaned through pain, failure and honest reflection
Journeys
I value journeys
For I learn far more than I
Ever could at home
More Travels
Tomorrow, dark and early, I head off to Seatac airport for my next journey: off to Orlando and Keller Williams‘ “Family Reunion“. TLDR, it’s a convention for real estate agents part of Keller Williams. However, it’s apparently, much more. This company’s agent enthusiasm has been amazing, and it will be on bold display. I’m both excited and, well, displeased.
I absolutely hate air-travel anymore. Fortunately for everyone, my motion sickness is nicely managed by Dramamine. The masters of misery, a joint collaboration between the TSA and most major airlines, have crafted excesses of discomfort rarely seen this side of a crimes-against-humanity tribunal. Gloriously, I get to donate about 16 hours of my life over the next week to this exercise in packed unpleasantness.
More powerfully, I loathe time away from my family. My absence distresses my son. Hopefully, the boost in grandparent time will compensate.
Now, after all that, the surprise: I’m excited to go. I’ve meant to dive deeper into the company, but time has always been at a premium. Now that’s the focus of the next few days. Additionally, I’ll have the opportunity to dive deep onto the cutting edge: my favorite place to be. Ultimately, I love opportunities to learn. And then there’s networking. People from all over the world, of many calibers and skills. Great opportunities to learn and connect.
So, it’ll be a week full of learning, and change. Excitement!
Morning Delights
I love the mists
Drifting through
Fir boughs, stretched
Cotton-like by green
Needle fingers,
Every second
Changing shape,
Gray clouds of
Early morning
Shadowy contrasts
Blending variations
Of rich, deep greens
Against the icy
Gray-blue sky
Morning Coffee
Up I am, facing
Today, boldly stepping out.
Coffee is my friend.
The Potential of Weeds
Perhaps the weeds
Are in their season
And with loving care
Will sprout flowers
Too beautiful to believe
As they’re rooted in
The soil of your
Soul
Gulfs and Such
Upon the edge I sit,
Staring across
A gulf of white,
Brutal, bitter, cold
Sings it’s song
Of death and delight.
And I know, within
My being’s depths
That the path across
Is life, vigorous and true,
Fully, finally alive.
Rain
Upon my hands flow,
Dust of dreams and winter’s touch,
Autumn’s rain cleanses.
Strength without Love
Strength without love
The deepest failure, sadness
Abounds; emptiness
Thoughts on Relationships
One key goal for us,
Remove the drainers of joy,
And replace with love.