October 30, 2017

The Present + Along the Way

Travel, creativity, and running, one can't help but wonder at the way it weaves its magic. There is no curation in these photographs, no in-depth review of coffee shops worth crossing off a list nor is there any groundbreaking theme — this is simply an assortment of moments and words captured along the way. 

The Present

Intentionally retrace footsteps past
to forget the present path.
Through this summer season
return to familiar reason.
Covering many, many miles
this will take awhile.
Literally and figuratively away
where fearless companions stay.
The beautiful mess of graffiti
across the face of the city.
Everything and nothing is the same
walk through a place to call it my own name.
Toeing the line to dig up determination
with the accompaniment of imagination.
Celebrate art and an obsession with the sky
ride bikes to see the night soar by.
Together on a boat in Stockholm we sit
in another language riding public transit.
The last person to jump off the dock
that’s where real courage is unlocked.
Doubt the process to chase sunsets
and fall in love with untidy habits.
Crisscross the labyrinth of Chicago and Berlin’s urban sprawl
at home, write poems about it all.

On Gratitude

I found you in myself, again.
For the next kilometer, and the one after that.
Such a generous gift.
Fatigue is my body’s gratitude. 
The run is my reward.

May 17, 2017

Back on open ground

With the perfect song comes 
                     an early morning ferry,
                                       a race,
                     hikes to find eagles, 
                     the bluest of blue skies,
                     evenings of art, 
                     that Boston buzz,
                     the seventh inning stretch, 
                     the expo,
                     the pep talks,
                     the nerves,
                     the love,
                                       the race,
                     old teammates,
                     a celebration,
                     coast to coast,
                     mile after mile,
                     random portraits,
                     that California buzz,
                     more baseball by the sea,
                     graffiti + bread pudding at Tartine,
                     another race,
                                        a grateful heart for pacers, 
                                        and surprise visitors,
                                        and sunny afternoon pizza.
With the perfect song comes rumination. 
With the perfect song comes all of this.

March 11, 2017

All that we are is story.

“All that we are is story. From the moment we are born to the time we continue on our spirit journey, we are involved in the creation of the story of our time here. It is what we arrive with. It is all we leave behind. We are not the things we accumulate. We are not the things we deem important. We are story. All of us. What comes to matter then is the creation of the best possible story we can while we’re here; you, me, us, together. When we can do that and we take the time to share those stories with each other, we get bigger inside, we see each other, we recognize our kinship – we change the world, one story at a time.”
–Richard Wagamese (1955 - March 11, 2017)