Silence

Be still my soul the best words are found in silence Even the One who calls Himself Word The One who speaks but cannot be heard by those who only use their ears So be still my soul and listen.

Time heals nothing

Time heals nothing it merely passes What time offers are infinite possibilities for anything for everything for breaking or mending for pretense or authentic living forgiving or resenting So don’t believe the lie that the passage of time will make you or your life more sublime Awake, watch out, do your work you’ll get more…

Freedom and belonging

This is and isn’t a repost. The poem will be a repost, but I want to share a bit more of my own story. I am considering a little series on running, passion, pleasure, power, freedom and how it all fits together for me. We all have our constellations of being and by living in…