After Christmas

The Christmas buzz has worn away 

The streets slick with water

Warm Santa’s cookies paired with vanilla ice cream.

Thinking of our next dentist visit

Our society is focused on health 

Learning the balance

Cross fitting the bridge of life.

Not too many at once

Little by little

Slow and steady.

Trying to eat healthy

Needing some vitamins

Drops of oregano oil. 

We remember when the pandemic first began

The sequence of events

Cross fitting the bridge of life. 

It’s quiet without the loved ones we lost

To think of their smiles

Now just memories to hold onto

And loved ones to hold dear

As we cross fit the bridge of life. 

Soothing Sounds

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

“What does it sound like?” He replied.

“It sounds like rain.” I said.

“Pearl is eating a bagel.” We both laugh. 

She brings me the sound of rain while I am longing for peace and quiet. And it soothes my heart. I tell myself, just keep going. Soon you’ll be a baby again and forget too quickly to hold onto the sadness. 

“What do I do if I keep getting shocked when I plug and unplug the Christmas lights?” 

“Probably just don’t plug them in anymore.” 

I think about what she said, about the root word of courage being “cor”, meaning heart; the message being to “tell the story of who you are with your whole heart”. (Brene Brown)

“I’m frozen.” She says. 

“I’m vulnerable.” I replied. 

The Balance Bridge

 “I’m going to need you to keep your balance while crossing this bridge.” He said. 

“Where am I going?” I asked inquisitively. 

He didn’t reply but pointed toward the bridge. 

I walked to it slowly, remembering what he said about keeping my balance. 

I began to cross. Soon enough, the weight of my middle finger became almost too heavy to carry. 

He laughed loudly, “I told you, you have to keep your balance.” 

I glanced at him with a stern look on my face and continued. 

Update

I started teaching in the classroom so I’ve been a little bit busy. After writing a new script to be made into a patriotic baseball movie and having not the slightest clue how to bring that into fruition the way I envision it, I ended up doing what I love to do… teach. 

Baseball

 Baseball. It’s America’s favorite pastime, but why? The game of baseball we love contains magic, the kind of magic that makes us believe in miracles. The truth is, when we go to the stadium and gather together to watch a game, we become a part of the miracle. 

From the California Coast to the Forest to Open Space and Home

 

The Ben Lomond California Forest