During the first week of every month I spend some time reading over the previous month’s journal entries.
Hear are some thoughts from August that jumped out at me.

– I wouldn’t give even a tiny piece of the wisdom I’ve earned through the years via failure, pain, and loss to be able to do a forward roll without fearing I’d make Humpty’s fall look like a skinned knee.

– Blue days are inevitable but it’s amazing how a little time with your dog, a walk in the woods, and a friendly hello from one of your neighbors can lighten things.

– Sure it’s often said that just when you think things couldn’t get worse they do but it’s kinda cool how often I think things can’t get better but they do.

– If you are seeking signs that prove bears live in your woods look for marked trees, paw prints, and scat. Cigarette butts have nothing to do with bears. If you are seeking signs that affirm God’s presence in your life look for the signs that God actually leaves. Sometimes the things we look for have as much to to with God as cigarette butts do with bears.

– And in closing, a poetic lament I call, “Upon Reading Your Letter to the Editor.”

When we came to that fork in the road, I took it. I guess you took the other one.
We walked together for some time:
adventure, set-back, celebration, pain, occasionally lost, occasionally found.
Together we (we were we) wrestled Spirit while journeying through sacred texts.
I chose my fork because it called true, hopeful, loving.
I know you would not have chosen yours because you sought other.
But our paths angle far from one another and upon reading your letter to the editor I can now barely see you.