(A poem written from a condo balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico) Nutty coffee. Blue water gulf. Salty cool breeze. … Continue reading Prose by the Gulf
“The River” by Garth Brooks You know a dream is like a river Ever changin’ as it flows And a … Continue reading The River
It’s gonna be alright. Continue reading “Hold Us Together by Matt Maher”
to secure (a rope) by attaching to a person or to an object offering stable support.
“Belay.” Def. 2b. Dictionary.com. Web. 2 Sep 2010.
In my last post (“The Crux“), I shared a story based on an afternoon of Colorado rock climbing with my two boys. I couldn’t help but think of how that experience (and rock climbing in general) parallels our own lives.
From an early age, we feel destined to conquer the world, make our dreams come true. (cue the Laverne and Shirley theme song) What did you dream about as a child? Who did you pretend to be?
But then, we grew up. Maybe we reached a goal here or realized a small dream there, or maybe none of the above. Life threw us curveballs–sometimes all at once. Sooner than expected, we faced a crux on the route. Continue reading “The Master Belayer”
Those recognizing today’s blog title know well of the book, Maurice Sendak’s “Where the Wild Things Are.” Out of the … Continue reading “Let the wild rumpus start!”