#102words

Some days are chipmunk days.

Of course,

these days are almost exclusively

preceded by wisdom

tooth pulling surgery.

Today is a chipmunk day.

Here's to tomorrow being a human 

day.

Today I lose my wisdom

teeth. 

I don't know if I'll miss

them.

They're such a pain in my

Soft spring air all blue-

berries, bees, and buttercups

swirls above my head.

-

Like a Van Gogh, but

lighter. The rising sun inks

my porch dirty red.

- 

Fall is all about

sunrise and sunset, but Spring

brings mid-morning's best.

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Just keep trudging along.

The click-ticking of the keys rattling through your ears

and into something less cliche than your soul.

If typing be the food of discipline...

Write on!

That's my motto for the foreseeable future. It goes hand in hand with discipline, so there's a clear theme to the things on my mind this year. Discipline seasoned with humility -- that's how I think of it. 

But there's also a sense of "live in the moment" to it. Stop daydreaming about what could be and take care of/enjoy what is. After all, who can add a minute to their lives by worrying or dreaming about the future? 

With joy, put your head down and work. And every once in a while, look around to see how far you've come.

What can be said and what should be -- 

what will be -- Ah! -- that's the crux of

it all, is it not? Who am I?

Sterling silver dripping slowly

from my ragged pack, the tinkling

mixing mid-flight with passersby's

commentary. What do they say?

"He was. He was -- a faithful man."