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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
Travel to A Well Run Life.com
Tell us how you are
Evil is obvious, even if you turn a blind eye. It is plain. Unmistakable.
The man in the first stall of the Barnes and Noble restroom at Tempe Marketplace may have actually hidden the trumpet of Zion up his ass.
Before exiting this afternoon, I was treated to a solo who's impressiveness was only over shadowed by the magnificent stench that changed that innocent space into a nearly lethal foyer to the other side.
How many times does Something thing have to happen to you
Before Something occurs to you?
Robert Frost
Some things seem to require cultivation and some things seem to erupt.
My little house is quiet as I write. Time is wrapped up in a tiny blanket beside me sleeping – snoring predictably - indifferent to my instructions to stop, start, back-up. I pat it gently as to not harm it.
In silent mystery of this moment, I hope you are well loved and safe under our shared sky.
"….they paid Roman soldiers in salt, which is how we get the word Salary…and when your pool breaks it into its components, the chloride acts as the chlorine…"
My sister is unimpressed.
"Just pass the salt."
As a kid my parents called me Chatterbox.
Indeed, I talk too m
The Eiffel Tower surprised me.
Like you, I have seen it 13 million times. I thought I knew it.
But it always struck me as sort of industrial. Distinctive but not subtle.
I was wrong.
He was rude.
French rude.
Turns out French rude looks a lot like Manhattan rude with a slightly more charming accent.
There is a picture when I am 16 of my father and I in the identical position while playing basketball in our driveway.
I am playing defense against him but somehow are bodies are mirror images for the moment.
He and I were away this week. In the jungle, while being fitted for helmets in order to zip-line,
I am asked my name.
"Peter."
For 15 years - while I honed my ability to eat ice cream - Dan threw millions of punches.