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healing letting go

Tricky Vines

Tricky vines

They grab, poke and tangle, these tricky vines; wound around essential organs ~ like the heart ~ with a chokehold.

They aren’t like the luggage that is just too weighty.

The luggage that you can simply put down.

Or even like the chattels you once cherished that you can gently kiss goodbye and set free like a paper boat on the reservoir at sunset.

You see, these tricky vines need you rather than the other way around. And they cling for their life to you just as you must rid yourself of them to claim your own.Letting Go

I suppose that once you see them this way ~ with love and compassion ~ and acknowledge that they, too, are frightened creatures just trying to survive you can begin to find a way to co-exist and negotiate a safe journey together or acknowledge that one of you must relinquish lovingly to allow the other to go forward.

Which will it be?

In the end, it isn’t a battleground as much as a dance.

And this is where the beauty of letting go begins.

A life well lived.
hope Perseverance


Things aren’t just things. They carry with them a weight and a flavor. In my life, more often heavy and bitter than light and sweet; but memorable nonetheless. And I cannot touch things without remembering the feelings associated with…

Photography by: Matt Livingston
courage strength thriving

My Daughter and Her Nipples

This is my daughter; and those are her nipples. In fairness, let me give you a minute to process that. Yup. My daughter. Yup. Her nipples. I’ll just wait here quietly while you rant, drool, hurl, or whatever other…

Crow’s Feet and Time

Crow’s Feet and Time

If I lean in and peer closely enough I can still see her past the crow’s feet and time. A tiny pocket miracle with sponge-like brown eyes drinking in the world as if it is Kool-Aid. The latitude of…

My baseball road trip
courage healing

Falling Back Together

“I had no idea you were such a baseball fan!” This is what people often say when they hear about my quest to see a baseball game in every one of the 30 stadiums across North America. “No. Not…



I drove due South for a piece where Kansas kisses Missouri. I landed just north and a little west of Joplin where a twister summarily leveled an entire community in 2011. Once I hit the Bourbon County line I…

balance peaceful


There’s a lot of God and sex in Missouri. The billboards tell me so. They advertise misspelled pleasures and repentance in equal measure at approximate 200 yard intervals. They lull you into the lazy pace that seems to inhabit the…

Nighttime Routine
family healing

Cook and Milkies

I somehow knew there would be a point in time that I would become my grandparents. But, I didn’t know it would be so instantaneous or so severe; or that it would be my maternal grandfather vs. my paternal…