I’ve started to think about some New Years resolutions to set for this upcoming year, 2022.
Before you were born I didn’t think I had it in me to love someone as much as the ones I love. And then you came along and baby, I’d gladly lay down my life for you.
Even more than that, I’d gladly give every day for the next 100 years to love you and your brothers and your Dad. That’s my hope.
My dreams you interrupt with reality. I stare into your little face and happiness fills every chamber of my heart. God, such a gift. Thank you.
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.
“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.
“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.
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. 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.
