Books Everywhere

I live with three little kids.

Our home is pretty small.

There’s a lot of stuff everywhere. I’d call it a moderately cluttered house.

And maybe like most people, I have waves of desire followed by action to clean up, reduce the clutter, except…

Except for books. Books everywhere. I like this. I want this. I want my kids to be surrounded by books, I want them to devour the stories, keep reaching for stories old and new.

I’m only a so-so reader; I have times of heightened consumption, but overall, pretty modest. I have friends who are reading all the time. Our oldest daughter, a ten year old, reads and re-reads near constantly; she’s much like her mother.

I love this.

I sat on the couch reading books with the two younger kids one morning recently. I read to them; they took turns reading. I love this too.

Books everywhere.

GOOD.

Summer Season

Summer is just upon us and the kids are out of school. Last season we set up a tent in the back yard for a handful of backyard camp-outs. The plan is the same for this summer; maybe a few more nights even.

And as the kids have gotten bigger, it was time to upgrade the tent size too. And outfit the crew with full size sleeping bags. And bedrolls as well.

We are geared up now and good to go. Bring on the outdoor night sounds; bring on the breeze against the nylon walls; bring on the middle of night staring at the tent ceiling, when I wake up and consider how blessed I am to have these three kids in my life, to be their dad, to have this time, our time.

The pace changes a little for a couple months, the tempo and timing shifts, joy and a little freedom on the rise.

It’s summer season, it’s Tent Time, it’s OUR Time. Soak it up. GOOD.

Well, Being

Well, I find myself being, again in this space, this place, dull aches, a few pains, run-down, somewhat displaced.

Dull in the head, shoulders heavy, thick. Slowed by the world around somehow, usually buoyed.

Reduce to min, simmer on low, covered, dozing, deep. Thick in the brain, pause the constant activities and responsibilities and the hum and the buzz they create, doze, deep.

Seek to refresh, spring back better, ready, for more, find well, being.

Lyrics Post: “Beautiful Wreck”, Shawn Mullins

This song came to mind yesterday; is a good one for sure. But also, feeling like train hit me, flu-ish, the song popped in my brain. I’m anything but beautiful, but feeling like a wreck.

Not Covid, I don’t think. I’ve been full vaxxed, a couple months ago; all the same, had my weekly Covid test at work yesterday, so we’ll see. I think it’s just a run-of- mill bug.

So anyway, this song came to mind, wanted to share.

It’s a goodie.

ENJOY.

“Beautiful Wreck”

I’ve lost count of the times I given up on you

But you make such a beautiful wreck, you do

There’s a tavern on the corner called the Milky Way

And you look so at home there it makes me afraid

And at the dark end of this bar

What a beautiful wreck you are

When you go too far, beautiful wreck you are

Like all the plans that you had from seven years ago

Like all the promises you made I watched them come and go

You put your keys in the car but it wouldn’t drive

With your hands on the wheel, lookin’ barely alive

I’m still sitting here waiting on the passenger side

For you to make up your mind

For you to make up your mind

And at the dark end of this bar

What a beautiful wreck you are

When you go too far, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck

I’ve lost count of the times I given up on you

But you make such a beautiful wreck, you do

Yeah, you make such a beautiful wreck, you do

You make such a beautiful wreck, you do

And at the dark end of this bar

What a beautiful wreck you are

When you go too far, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck you are

Writer(s): Marshall Altman, Shawn Mullins, Glen Phillips, Peter Droge

“Slowly Getting Vert”

Ease into the day, easy does it. Not too fast, most of the time, not needed. Take it slow to start, ease in, ease in.

First waking up, I encourage my kids to ease in, gradually come out of their slumber, not too fast, slow slow, open eyes, enter the day.

I suggest they don’t get vertical too quickly, lie in bed, eyes open, let your mind warm up, let your body warm up, stretch stretch.

Slowly getting vert, and into the day.

I Want It Both Ways

I want to get my work done; I don’t want to be a slave to the job.

I want dinner to go smoothly with the kids; I don’t want to crack the whip to keep them on track.

I want the kids to play by themselves; I don’t want to listen to the ruckus.

I want my old dog to keep living; I don’t want her to suffer.

I want to read more; I don’t want to stay awake.

I don’t want to be wound up with anxiety; I want to remain deeply engaged with life.

I want it both ways.

A Thousand Mile Journey…

“Even a thousand mile journey begins with a single step…”, so the saying goes.

Lots going on? Take this approach. More getting piled on? Same approach. One thing at a time; that’s all you can do, no matter how many things you have to do.

ONE THING AT A TIME.

So do the next thing. And the next. And if ten more things get piled on, just do the next one, and then the next again.

GOOD.

Just A Walk

Around the block, just a walk, a little time,

Friday night, me and the dogs, the dogs and me, sunset to the west, gentle breeze,

Cooling off the day, cooling off the week, the bumps, and struggles, in my head anyway, anyway,

Anyway I can pause, take a break, take a few moments to reset, decompress, ready for,

Rest.

Rest assured, ready to go again,

Soon