Gethsemane
I came upon a stirring pair of sculptures while hiking on my retreat. They depicted Jesus’ despair in the Garden of Gethsemane as three of his disciples slept. I sat and contemplated, and in an out-of-character nudge of creativity (for poetry, any way), the following verse is the result…
A Eulogy to Bob Cook
There were so many of you who wanted to be there for Dad’s memorial today; but time and distance made it understandably tough. I thought I’d get you the adapted notes of my eulogy for him. Thanks so much for your love and support!
Everybody Wins – One Dad’s Perspective on World Down Syndrome Day
Life is just as crazy as ever with a mountain of projects and a stacked up calendar. But a week before World Down Syndrome Day, it took a kid stringing fruit cereal on a pipe cleaner to remind me of what’s really going on.
First Birthday Apart…
There are totems and touchstones of my dad everywhere that make me smile. But we are at a big milestone that is making the heaviness return just a bit. It’s a mix of sorrow and gratitude with which I step into his first birthday that I can’t celebrate with him.
In Every Life, At Least One
Though we often push forward despite the pain we carry, sometimes it’s best to pull aside for a bit and find out what’s really going on.
What Would He Have Thought?
It’s Martin Luther King Day and the warmest the temperature got was in the mid-teens; but the media discourse has remained at its standard white hot level. And it made me ask a question: What would Dr. King have to say about the way we talk to the issues of the day and to each other?
Owning the Rain – Awaiting the Sun
Strange weather this week – and more work to do…
Gig of the Year 2018
Great client relationships are important, but it’s often the pro bono gigs that give me the chance to branch out, sharpen new skills and stay creatively fresh.
The Magnificent Contraction
It’s not from the Farm on Willow Road, but there’s still something to say…
Letting Go and Clearing the Canvas
From the moment we accepted the offer on the farm to the July morning we drove away, there was a truly insane amount of work to do. But what does it look like to do the even larger emotional work of actually letting go?