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SoCS: I Don’t Run

Earlier this year, I came across a Facebook post of a very fit celebrity who stated something like, “I went out for a run today and unintentionally ran a half marathon.“ Huh? Well, boy-oh-boy, that made me feel a whole lot better about my exercise regimen and physical strength. Actually, I admire people who run for exercise or compete in 10K’s, half or full marathons. It takes a certain mindset, a focused determination, to train for a race or beRead more
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The Power of Music

“Where words leave off, music begins.”  ― Heinrich Heine “Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”  ― J.K. Rowling “Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.”  ― Edward Bulwer Lytton “Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of fuel. Sentimental people call it inspiration, but what they really mean is fuel. I have always needed fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nightsRead more
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Fuel for the Musical Gas Tank

“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.” ~Hunter S. Thompson~ This past Saturday, I spent most of the dayRead more
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Sunday Rejuvenation

Sunday is as Sunday does A beautiful gift from God above Placid waters and winter’s wheaty grass Wondering if the attempt of warmth will last Sunday is at it rests upon wooden bench While rejuvenation seeks to be quenched Take in the view, smell coming of spring Listen to geese upon their honking wing Sunday is as one day in time It’s cool, calm energy feels sublime A walk along it’s graceful edge Removes the cobwebs from life’s head SundayRead more
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Lock the Door

She let out an exhaustive sigh. “Mom, would you rather take your wheel chair today?” asked the daughter. “Are you tired?” The elderly matriarch nodded in affirmation and turned the walker around, her wrinkled right forearm resting wearily on the handle bar as she struggled to walk back down the hall to the waiting wheel chair. The week prior, daughter noticed her mom was struggling to use the walker that had been assisting her for several years. It was quiteRead more