a love without fear
Nor a journey
So don’t embark
unless you’re clear
On all the costs
across the years
Because love etern
bears a price that burns
A flame forever
But after almost a decade, tucked away on the I-35 corridor in a 10×10 closet, it was time for a reckoning. That’s an interesting word. Reckoning.
Its origin can be found in old English which gave rise to such concepts of calculation and conclusion.
2014 is the 10 year anniversary since Malcolm was first diagnosed. How many miles, how many years have I walked since then? How many people have we touched and inspired? How many lifelong friendships have we forged?
It’s incalculable. Just like love.
Another true joke is that in short order, in 2004 my dog got cancer, my girlfriend left me and she took the truck. The pathetic irony is well, I’m from Texas. But that year I was all alone I watched a movie Love Actually.
You see, I’m the last person to watch romantic comedies or really anything to do with Hugh Grant but it spoke to me about the messiness of life and love and how little I knew about it all. But I’ve watched it every year since and today is no different.
Happy XMAS. Love actually.
YBD’s Notes 1: There was a reckoning tho – I cleaned out my storage locker most of which ended up in a landfill, the rest I’ve given away to friends and family. I am unencumbered. Except by love.
“There is truth to the saying that a fire warms the soul of a traveler and Easter night, we were fortunate enough to find a site at Taylor Park and have our first campfire. It’s a small but pleasant place where we met some endearing characters including a pair of twelve year old paranormal detectives, Alice and Bella.
Is a curious thing.
It forgives and forgets
It punishes and at times,
Whether footsteps towards
Or footsteps away
Not on any day
Those that step
There are no manmade laws
Just the awe
Of living on The Road
YBD’s Notes 1: Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. This poem was inspired by the Irish saying, ‘May the road rise to meet you.”.
YBD’s Notes 2: Bollocks.
YBD’s Notes 3: The Road represents the path in life you take. May YOU rise to meet The Road.
I suppressed the great growl within and merely responded, ‘What makes you think that I don’t?’
A few sponsors had bailed, we’d been battered by unrelenting storms, setbacks, and other challenges, too.
There’s a moment at which faith crosses the threshold of self doubt and uncertainty and the only thing you need to decide is whether you have the will to continue. There is no Glory without the Grind.
YBD’s Notes 1: No longer will I chapterize Book 2, The Ripple. As I plan and prepare for WALK 2, the past and present story will unfold as it’s meant to, unscripted and non-linear.
YBD’s Notes 2: One should never give up on the aspiring to inspire in all walks of life.
YBD’s Notes 3: Very few things are worse than being in a bad bad storm when your dogs gotta poop.