There is an average size to the human heart – a few ounces more if it pumps life through a man compared to a woman, or grams if that’s your method of measurement, though some things cannot be measured, and one size does not fit all. How can a heart weigh less compared to other …
Tag: compassion
from the Trail
morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …
Take it or Leave it
Be a task master when you must but don’t become a slave to your tasks. Leave things better than you found them. That might mean tearing down what is broken. One brick at a time, if need be. Get your hands dirty – eventually mingled with the dirt, you will be. Make the sad cashier …
“We Deserve to Dream” (dance inspiration)
It is a writer’s nature to think. They can create and save worlds with their thinking. Sometimes writers must save themselves from thinking it over and under and every other way their mind can bend. A story with no end. Always playing a game of mental ping-pong – bounce smack, bounce smack. The game goes …
Heart Beats on a City Street
Words, the author’s building blocks, filling half a city block. One after another, bound words, alphabetized and organized, surrounded by gray bricks, one after another, neatly stacked. Words transformed into books and bricks transformed into a building, by artists’ hands, inviting others to step in. I meant to accept the invitation and lose myself in …
A Hopeful and Musical Reflection
The framed featured photograph of the Twin Towers (above) had a place of prominence in my current office for over eight years. Hanging on the wall directly across from my office door and to the right of my computer, I have gazed at this photo countless times for a total of seventeen years. Even though …
Lasting fatherly Impressions (video)
https://videopress.com/v/7ZRzCKRF?preloadContent=metadata blanket pulled back bare feet step on the gritty floor hands grab camera bag hands throw on a baseball cap sandy feet slip into damp flip-flops flip-flops rush out the stuck door legs extend into the early morning gray careful steps along the wooden planks eyes begin to focus and notice a suspended evening …
She Walks in Beauty
A cherished reader, talented writer, and dedicated teacher wrote a poem about me in response to my post, "Sidewalk Conversations," which featured two poems about conversations I had with two homeless men, separated by time and geographical locations. I am so appreciative of reader, asumoftheparts, for this poem and for her ongoing thoughtful and thought-provoking …
Sidewalk Conversations (audio poems)
Last week’s post, a poetic story of a lady who learned to embrace admiration, was (mostly) fictional. In this post, I share two true tales of conversations I had with two men, separated by ten years and over 100 miles. Both conversations were brief, but each taught me the value of being aware, of listening, …
Thank You for Caring, Teacher
We have so much to learn from each other. Some people expand our minds with new knowledge, others help us to see the familiar in a new way, or help us rediscover lost pieces of ourselves, and then there are those who show us what not to do or what not to say. Hopefully, those …
My Inspired Life 