Hanging On

5 more days in the gym since Monday. XXXVII days now in the gym with air cast. 6 weeks, 3 days since fracture. I hiked around yesterday for about 23,000 steps. It was a cool winter’s day. And it felt great. Eagerly, I await my final x Ray on Tuesday. I hope it shows complete…

My 5 Worst Running Injuries

5. May-June ’99: Kwai, Botswana Injury & Cause: Some kind of unknown strain in foot occurring one day while racing kids on a dirt road in the middle of the Okavango Delta. Don’t remember how long without running at all, but this thing lingered into the beginning of cross country season and I had to…

War Is Not Peace

Slavery is not freedom. Ignorance is not bliss. Regardless of what they think, my eyes are wide fucking open. Most opt to remain in the darkness, blinded. Led like cattle through the abattoir, bolt gun to the head, doing what they’re told. I want so much to look away. I don’t want to see him…

Dreamscape

Two nights before… I’m holding up cards I’d sent Papaw, showing him. He’s smiling, happy. Then, I’m in the famed basement of 2715 Alice Avenue. Watching TV, waiting for my grandparents to arrive. Eventually, I go upstairs and find them in their bedroom watching TV with my parents. Relaxed. Happy we are. Just like it…

Today I Am Moving to…Canada?!

Well, I thought I was moving to China today.  Not even a layover in Toronto was scheduled; just a quick transfer.  However, the Air Canada plane scheduled to depart from Northern Kentucky would not start. That’s a bad sign. I would not feel confident getting into a plane experiencing “mechanical failure.” Surprisingly, only one Air…

Overwhelmed

I saw through to the Other Side… I ran, and ran, and ran I fall now, prostrate to the Higher One. 

Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.  First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.  A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing.  Feelings of emptiness.  …

Next Steps…

Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward.   [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…

Walking in Honest Abe’s Footsteps

Arguably the most transformative and effectual president in American history was born right here amid the rolling green hills of Kentucky on February 12th, 1809.  Thomas & Nancy Lincoln were living on 300 acre Sinking Spring Farm just south of what would soon become Hodgenville (1818) when Abraham Lincoln was born.  The icy cold stream…

Cave Hill

Traveling through Cave Hill Cemetery in Louisville is a journey to a foreign land: historic, opulent, monumental, serene, sacred.  Cave Hill is an enchanted land of hills and ponds within one of America’s greatest neighborhoods–The Highlands. As one travels its winding pathways, there is no end to a remarkable diversity of graveyard architecture and introductions…

I’d Like You All to Meet Kiara…

Kiara is the wonderfully undead dog written about in my post two days prior, Resurrected! I shot these this morning during my run to share… Kiara: Thank you so much for resurrecting! I love you. 

Portal

When a portal opens, do you run the other way—or pass through, into the unknown?