I asked, and I was given.
I begged for all, but did not take You in.
Thus I sprang forth, but anon withered away.
I howled aloud from whence I thought I saw –
But my words laid bare my blindness.
Category: Our Thoughts
When September Ends
A year ago today, friends and family, a partner and a mother lost someone close to their hearts. Neil Chastain passed on September 22, 2021, a date that coincided with the Autumnal Equinox. Known for the light of its days, an equinox is recognized as one of two times each year when both hemispheres of…
Are You Awake?
A light beams bright into your eyes. You cry. As air fills, chills run up your spine. Supine, into their loving arms you’re folded. The coldness comes unrecognized, but fades as he and she regard your face. Your tears, a first, and theirs for you as two embrace the moment… …Are you awake? The quiet…
I AM
In case you were wondering just how big my ego has gotten these days, this poem is not about me. It describes God through ideas put forth in the Bible. As a child raised in a Christian family I was exposed to many concepts that in retrospect I didn’t understand, and some of which, in all honesty, I still don’t. God is a great example of a concept likely incapable of being understood. In fact, if someone says they know what God is, they are likely confusing what it is to actually know something. Within our limited frame of reference it is quite nearly impossible to fathom a subject that is at once omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, irreproachable, and eternal. Just take the latter and attempt to grasp its implications beyond a figure eight. – Eternal is not before and after time, it is outside of time. It is timeless; nonlinear, which implies a frame of reference within everything has already happened, all things are happening at once, or there are innumerable and known quantum potentials unfolding concurrently, etc.
City in the Clouds
For the longest time Machu Picchu was a place we felt drawn to, and it seems other locations around the globe have a similar sort of magnetism. This is evidenced, as the poem describes, in the fact that we find ourselves wont to create and check-off lists of such locations and experiences. Why do we feel drawn in such a way? Is it simply a human trait to seek out the novel? Is it some underlying desire to connect with the history of a place or people once existing? Is the draw not actually external, but rather a quality projected outward onto objects in order to validate some deeper sense of longing? Might it be that we are all driven to wonder what lies beyond our little bubble in space and time for a purpose?
The Constructs
Cradled at the intersection of two jagged peaks blanketed by dense forest and fog, and almost encircled by the formidable Rio Urabamba, Machu Picchu remained hidden from the Spanish during their conquest of the area, and from modern civilization until around the turn of the 20th century. Despite attempts to paint a pretty picture of its construction as entirely credited to the Inca some 500 years earlier, the comprehensive story of the city’s origins remains veiled in mystery; a phenomena afflicting much of the ancient world.
The Dream
Sometime during the seventh night of our trek through the Andes after Mel and I drifted to sleep a dream from earlier in the journey returned to my awareness.
Year One
A lot has happened in the last 12 months and it all started with a trekking tour of the Grand Canyon in March of last year made possible by our friend Sarah (Thank you Sarah!). The trip spurred on our adventurous spirits and dreams of a life lived a little differently. The vast scale and awe-inspiring presence of the canyon practically forced our decision to take a leap of faith toward filling our days with such beauty and experience.
Bye Bye Bogota
Looking back on our time in Bogota we have so much to be thankful for. An impromptu Thanksgiving dinner away from home, a place to rest our heads, and the patience of our tireless translators to name a few. We want to express our deepest gratitude to you, Felipe and Pilar, and those you hold…