I started ballroom dance lessons for poise, aerobic exercise, and gross motor skills. After three or four months, as I gained confidence, I was shocked that I was picking up an entirely different vibe. Something spiritual, something visceral, primordial. Something unexplainable. I spent my summer talking to people, listening to their stories, especially people that … Continue reading Trust is an Aphrodesiac
My Upside Down Instincts .
I'm amazed by the law of opposites. Everyone knows the adage "If you want something done, ask a busy person" and "Good fences make good neighbors". The prophet Muhammad, pbuh, has an apocryphal story of him traveling every day on the same path. A neighbor would throw garbage in his path (or upon his head, … Continue reading My Upside Down Instincts .
Passing through the door …
Last night was a time of a sad transition for me personally. I spent it in quiet contemplation and mourning. Nothing to celebrate, like a funeral. No ball to spike, no endzone; and nobody to hold. I slipped off to the beach, long after dark. I emptied out a water bottle and refilled it half … Continue reading Passing through the door …
An Impossible Puzzle
This summer has been an exercise in thought and discovery. Hour and hours (and hours and hours) alone in my head, riding on 2-lane highways, listening to Barry White croon “I'm not braggin' on myself baby”. Thinking about my past and my future; my goals and my accomplishments; my joys and my sorrows. Thinking about … Continue reading An Impossible Puzzle
Met at the Gym .
I've been riding too much, just sitting, no exercise. My legs have lost some strength when I hold the bike at a red light, or try to push it back from a curb. So tonight I once again hit a local Anytime Fitness gym using my universal access keyfob. I tried to put my stuff … Continue reading Met at the Gym .
It will be ok, Jim .
I just had another bizarre encounter, here on my next to last day in Florida. I wasn't quite ready for bed, so I stopped at a small bar on the way home, figuring to listen to some music and relax for 30 minutes. I was sipping my orange juice like I do whenever I'm on … Continue reading It will be ok, Jim .
Coffee Dates & FetLife
While still married I had been on many internet dating sites, looking to find a local bay area woman seeking “just friends”, for coffee and gossip. I attended church pot-lucks, belonged to many social and political groups, and attended (even headed up) meet-up groups. But I missed having one-on-one time with caring empathetic people (that … Continue reading Coffee Dates & FetLife
Reap What I Sow .
My summer long trip is a celebration, and a tragedy, and the responsibility rests solely with my own hands. As you read about my journey of discovery, of growth, of change; remember that it is all predicated upon my separation and divorce from our marriage of nearly 40 years. It is impossible to be excited … Continue reading Reap What I Sow .