being married for over two decades is like layering history over history
transitions and life phases
jobs and children bringing together and pushing apart
growing up and growing apart and growing together
packing your bags in your mind some days
celebrating togetherness time after time
loving and knowing a person more than anyone else
hating them
loving them
choosing to stay
having another embedded in your soul with memory after memory
like a dream of a dream
rememberence of who we are in are very best times
settles in to the farthest corners of my mind
we are drifting between who we are
who we were
who we will become
send a little peace my way
I’ll give a little peace away
peace is courage
courage is peace
there is no fear in each
*the picture is one I took of Denver*
we are each called by what we long for inside
we can live either by fear or courage
we can live safe and in fear
or step outside of our lives
answer the call of adventure
take risks
learn
find strength inside of ourselves we didn’t know we had
to slay our dragons
find our grail
to live as if the bills didn’t matter
and the judgment of the world was naught
answer the call
follow the path to a journey unkown
then return
bringing wisdom, growth, courage back
the kindness of your voice
flipped
the buzzing anger in my head
receding under the raindrops
of goodwill
I saw this fellow at the open space next to my house on a walk last week. The Arsenal Refuge is an old federal site that was used for the army, chemicals of war and all kinds of nasty things in the past. It has been turned into a wildlife refuge and sits in east Denver next to the airport. It has herds of buffalo, deer, gazelle, eagles, snakes and a ridiculous amount of prarie dogs. It’s far too hot on the prarie during the day for me. But when I walk at the edge of it near sunset it is so beautiful in a lonely, barren, majestic way. It’s just me and the warm wind, and my thoughts and my podcasts.
