A Well Run Life

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**A Well Run Life**

Come in.

Sit down

Take a second

You get enough advice

This is about nothing

And everything

And all of it in-between

That’s enough for now

It’s not a sprint

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Latest Episodes:

Monsoon Season Jul 31, 2018

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Some dirty rotten scoundrel stole my Trailer at Grace Farms.

I doubt the thief realized that it was my trailer.

To the thief, it was "A" Trailer or "The Trailer."

Be that as it may

I am taking it personally.

Not Small Jun 17, 2018

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Every wave seems to make it a point to let me know how powerless I am to stop it.

But this doesn't bother me.

I go over or under their power without any fear.

I don't sit still easily. I prefer motion to rest.

And I must like to worry –

Because I do it all the time.

I have a relentlessness to me

that is endearing if I am solving your problem

And irritating if I am trying to get you to answer my question.

The ocean keeps me quiet by forcing me to hold my breath.

I have been taught by some that

A man should know if limitations

And told by others

"I am large, I contain multitudes."

You sit wherever you please. I don't have any advice today.

On Kale and Daughters May 30, 2018

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I am staring at the Kale.

And the Kale is staring back.

When it was a seed – small and full of potential – it needed me to coax it from it's confining shell out to a wide-open world of possibility.

Now, it's life is largely its own. Sun and water feed it

and it grows nearly perceptibly in front of my eyes.

Always reaching towards the sun

I assist nowadays, but mostly does the work without me.

For Example May 18, 2018

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If you are wondering if you are ready for the big adventure ahead.

Let me report form the edges of competence

It's a dangerous ledge with risks of may even be fatal.

But, let me be an example

I have survived all the consequences of my mistakes

– serious as some have been.

Let the voice in your head keep you humbly honest

And believe me when I tell you:

None of us are hitting mark all the time.

Attend to the details of your desires and try your best to be a good example.

My Last Card Apr 09, 2018

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I am crying.

Two seconds ago, I was a middle-aged man planning his day over an Americano.

Then, I get a text from my cousin.

I am not crying quiet – dignified-like.

My nose is running and I am thanking god the bill is already paid.

On the way to the car, I compose myself.

The week is chock-full of the type of news you carry in your belly.

In what appears to be a moment of calm, I call my boss.

I report to him that I won't really be myself today.

And then

As if to prove the point

I start to cry again.

Chicken Eggs Mar 22, 2018

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I am standing in front of a steaming pile.

It's taller than I am, and so I get to work. I am raking and shoveling the mulch delivered to Grace Farms with the discipline of an army ant.

It's about 6:30 AM – my morning farm shift –

As I shovel deeper into the pile of chipped trees, the heat is obvious.

The tree was upright, then it wasn't.

The tree was alive, then it wasn't.

And again – it is one thing becoming another.

The morning shifts are short, the responsibilities of day have no pause button for my messy farm project.

House Marks Feb 21, 2018

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The desert winter can be harsh.

There are times when it I so wicked one is compelled to put their socks on.

Since I am a tough guy, I am going without socks this morning. Out into the garage I step to retrieve the almond milk for this morning's Americano, and I am stabbed with a razor sharp ice pick straight to my bone.

Ok – perhaps that over states the moment

I stepped on a scorpion who met the assault with a sting on the bottom of my middle toe.

A scorpion sting is some sort of poison that is basically a cross between Cobra venom and Agent Orange. And for weeks I can trace the nerve that leads from my big toe to somewhere just below my ass.

Because that little bastard lit up that neural pathway like so much napalm.

DM's Triumph Nov 26, 2017

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It is an hour after Thanksgiving dinner.

Family traditions throttle the pace of any high holiday – national or religious.

I am currently throttling my 13 year-old nephew on the nearest basketball court in a post-turkey dinner game of HORSE.

In my family, you won every contest against an adult until you were a certain age. The victories may have been assured, but every adult made in feel authentic. They would wince under the weight of the child's crushing strategic genius on a game board, cry tears of frustration as the little one dribbles a soccer ball mercilessly or yet another goal, and howl under the pain of the kid's wrestling

I can still remember thinking:

I am clearly a genius!

I am an unstoppable force of nature in mind and body - the worlds of both Checkers, soccer and wrestling never witnessed such brilliance until the beginning of my reign.

And so we launch you out into the world with the notion you are unstoppable.

This Golden Era of your Life lasts until you are about 4 and half – maybe 5.

Then

– and perhaps it is the lingering influence of the Catholic Church or the immigrant experience or simply a desire not to raise spoiled brats –

The Adults in the family crush the kids in every possible contest that occurs.

Rockin' The House Nov 18, 2017

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I am 20 and playing lead guitar.

I am by far the worst musician in the band.

They likely would have been a house-hold name if they had not been saddled with me.

We played together for a year, and thank god You Tube had not been invented - my children would not survive the embarrassment.

BUT

There was this one gig. We were wedged between two head banging acts - but the crowd had a few friendly faces

And out there.

for one night

we rocked the house.

And I was a rock-n-roller

Or at least that was my experience of it.

27 years later I am on Grace Farms.

We are throwing a party

- a dinner

- an event.

I am - by far – the least important person in the execution of

I safely report to you: we rocked the house.

Seriously.

It was awesome.

Refocus Oct 23, 2017

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The Road Runner at Grace Farms is eye-balling me.

He was there before me, and he is intent on not letting me forget it.

The bird presents himself to me every time I arrive. The colors of his plumage are much more subtle than I realized.

I know Road Runners differently because I focused on this Road Runner.

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