Do you ever look up from what you’re doing and feel like you’ve been on autopilot for months? That’s the feeling I got today while I knelt in our new bedroom and put away the two baskets of clean clothes that had been sitting there for at
Last night, as I was going to bed, I imagined a time, strangely with excitement, when I won’t be around. None of us will be. Well, maybe we all will be. I imagined a time when our lost fragments of identity, each slightly changed from the last, formed over
Today’s reflection starts with a simple question: what are you feeling now? So i close my eyes and let the imagery wash over me. Let the sensations of my emotions firm up. I feel like a helium balloon tethered in place, softly floating on the wind, I can see
I’m trying to be more conscious of actively remembering. It’s hard to focus on days like this, the humidity makes the air feel like you're walking through a swamp. The heat from the sun cooking your brains like scrambled eggs under your hat. But I want
I'm sitting at my desk in my office, the air conditioner is blowing right on me. It's thirty two degrees outside and the AC is wicking the sweat off my furrowed brow as I try to decide what to write about. I've been waiting
When I told my wife I wanted to start a blog she almost immediately came up with the name “The Mumbler”. She likes to point out that I have a tendency to mumble frequently. I have three distinct mumbles that I unintentionally use most days: 1. The “talking as fast