“Yes, Drill Sergeant! One!”
How did I wind up on hands and knees in boots, fatigues, and helmet, pushing away the Kentucky dirt?
“Two.”
I blame it on Elaine, my college classmate. If she hadn’t invited me (or did I invite myself?) to hear the ROTC lunch pitch, would I ever have imagined that crawling through mud would be the start of a very
Have you ever had a big decision to make? How did you go about it?
At some point did you make a list of pros and cons, or some other logical analysis, that tipped you towards the answer the numbers pointed to?
“Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.” Roy T. Bennett
Yea, this pandemic disruption is starting to suck.
Two months I could hunker down and get through. Three months OK. Four months? Five? The rest of the year? Into the next? With each day breaking the record cases of the one before, this massive disruption is here to stay for...
That’s a theme I’ve heard frequently these last few months. I have asked that same question myself. The Uncertainty. The Overwhelm. The Disruption.
Finally... after a few months of stay-at-home, you’re finally feeling like things are back on some sort of schedule. Then…
Authentic and Genuine.
That is what I will miss.
When/if things ever go back to what we used to think was “normal” just a few months ago, back when Corona was only a beer.
I armored up in mask and topped off my hand sanitizer for my every 2-week run to the grocery for fresh food.
On the other side of the produce section, there is a guy standing at the bin where all the apples are piled up. No mask. Picking up the...
Have you ever held a finely woven piece of silk in your hands?
It is soft, fluid, with a natural luster that reflects the light in color-shifting ways. Delicate, and strong. One of the most precious fabrics in the world.
Have you ever taken a whitewater rafting trip? That’s what Covid-19 virus days are feeling like right now.
Three weeks ago, I was lazily drifting down the river, enjoying the view. A thundering sound ahead jarred me to attention. Coming around a bend and I’m heading directly for some Class V rapids...and I’ve lost my paddle!
“No matter what gets done
and how much is left undone, I am enough.
Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable
and sometimes afraid.
and that doesn’t change the truth
that I am also brave
and worthy of love and belonging.”