Friday, March 28, 2014

Closer to Home

Pushing back from the gate
Already feeling a little
Closer to home.
A quarter of the globe
Left to travel,
Yet those few lengths
Bring me comfort.
My return's begun.

Through my journey
I've held the line.
Photos, messages and calls.
Loosely connecting me
Back to the familiar
Comforts of home.
Reminders of where
My heart rests.

In the stillness
I feel my love
Calling me gently,
"Come on home."
Wandering wearily
Cutting a chill dawn
One after the next
My feet tread.

With each step,
Each moment
I grow more
Closer to home.
Mind calmed
Envisioning where
This journey will end
My spirit sings.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Special Privileges

What special privileges do you extend to those for whom you have affinity?  Do you let your favorite neighborhood kid mow your lawn rather than hire the job out professionally at an insignificantly higher rate?  Do you have a special bar that you go to with your best buddy that you wouldn't take your wife to?  Do you always hold your Saturday nights open for your significant other before all others?  Do you only put together model planes with just that one nephew?  Do you share a long-running inside joke with one of your co-workers that no one else gets let in on?  Do you have a "thing" that's just between you and someone special to you?
When this privilege is meaningful to you, how do you know that you should extend it to the person fortunate enough to have exclusive access to it?  Do you expect it to be accepted most every time it's extended?  Do you need to see appreciation for the gesture?  Do you have to know that they want that "thing" to be reserved just for them?
How do you deal with others who would like to have the privilege of sharing that "thing" with you, either in addition to the privileged individual or instead of him/her?  Does it validate the significance of the privilege you extend exclusively to another?  Does it cause you to feel that the special "thing" is enviously coveted by others?  Do you feel threatened, annoyed or angered by others attempts to gain access to the "thing"?  Does it provide a sense of security that you may be able to still enjoy that "thing" if the privilege is neglected?
Questions like this have led me to realize that I am deeply sentimental.  It's a wake-up call to know that not everyone can understand and appreciate the sentiment in the extension of special privilege. Knowing this, and knowing that I do need others to understand and appreciate the privileges I reserve just for them, is invaluable in my efforts to continually learn to better navigate life.

Friday, February 7, 2014

On the Road Again

Another weekend has come, and with it an opportunity to get out of town, see the sights, meet new people... Explore.
As is sometimes the case, this weekend I found myself reluctant to get started. Earlier today I told a friend that it felt like I needed a weekend before my weekend. Although I took much longer to get out the door than I would have liked, taking the time did smooth the transition from work to play.
Before getting too far out of town I stopped at my favorite convenience store for coffee... and an ice cream sandwich that I'd been craving for months. I also picked up something that more closely resembled dinner, but of course I ate the ice cream sandwich first!
Enjoying the ice cream sandwich in my usual ritualistic manner made me recall much younger days, when ice cream sandwich treats weren't so few and far between. Recognizing that I'd done something so simply nice for myself, in my mind's eye I caught a glimpse of my inner four-year-old flashing a huge ice-cream-and-chocolate-wafer-smeared grin.
I eased on down the road to the interstate, set the cruise control, and let more of the work week drift away with each passing mile.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Train Whistle

It has lived in me for years
Wielding unparalleled force
This simple sound

A sound so prominent, unmistakable
Carried on the wind, or piercing
Through the still of night

It dutifully serves as a reminder
A reminder of days long past
The way things used to be

An enduring, lonely yearning, hunkering low
There in that wail
We know love