Strange Solace

Working in the warehouse today, standing in-between the looming racks of material,
pallets up high, down low, also looses boxes neatly stacked. I’m between PL1 and PL2.

Gray, rainy day outside, much needed rain for our drought-stricken state. The weather turned wet yesterday, and is expected to continue throughout today.

Near the location I’m working in the vast warehouse to stage material, there is an eight-inch pipe running
parallel one of the main beams that goes floor to ceiling.

When I was here early morning, I could hear the water from the rain on the roof running
down the pipe. Strangely soothing.

The gentle sound has persisted through the morning. It’s in the background, quite subtle, but steady, most welcome,

Welcome solace to the workday pace, heightened as year-end approaches.

Find a little peace, a little joy where you can, every minute, every day.

Not Alone, Busy Brain

Sweet slumber, gives way to Busy Brain. Unexpected; thought things were well in hand.

Why does this happen? Why do our brains do this? Work, kids, bills, tasks, life comes trickle rushing in.

This scribble at 243a, after an hour and a half of this and that ponder. A coupe of my colleagues at work, they get up about this time to start early shift. I think of them.

I’d like to sleep a bit longer, get a couple more hours before up and go. Plenty to do, Busy Brain tells me. Get more rest, I tell my brain.

My grandma used to do the crossword when she couldn’t sleep; or read. I tap away, scribbling down these words on the page.

So you know you’re not alone.

Pattern Recognition

Look for them, patterns in your life, what you see, what you do,

Finding your way each day, at work, at school, at parenting, in your relationships,

how you approach every minute, of every day,

What’s the same, what’s different? What patterns emerge, that result from your actions, decisions,

What happens from there? How do you respond?

So many questions, so many, so many…

I find for myself, as an example, the anxieties from work spill into the anxieties at home, how I respond to every minute, every day,

Similar patterns emerge, my choices, or avoidance therein, my action, or inaction, anxieties pouring over, pouring out, stem the tide, stop the slide,

My decisions,

My feelings,

My choices,

My life.


Part of my work tasks, most every day,

One of those things, I just gotta say,

If you fall behind, ya then gotta make hay,

It’s fundamental to workflow and costing and good data, oh say,

So best to tick off, get it done bit by bit, just chill out, wax on, wax off, keep it legit.

5…99…Operation Codes, SAP,

“Confirmed”, the goal, progress, don’t stress, bit by bit get it done.


I shared this one before. Not mine, not even U2’s originally…

Originally from a now nameless writer several thousand years ago. What language was it even written in?

No matter. The words ate timeless in their comfort and hope. From Psalm 40.

“I wait for the Lord, he inclines and hears my cry; he lift me up out of the pit, out of the myre and clay…

And I will sing a new song of praise to the Lord…”

Something like that. Each minute. Each hour. Each day. Something like that.