the spoken word.
So, I know that when I wax a little more poetic on the blog it tends to induce the awkward, cricket response. And that’s Okay. If it’s not your thing, don’t fake it. But I do like me some words. Below is a video that a friend showed me this week along with some words I wrote. Regarding the video, you may have to weather the presentation to absorb the content (I like them both). Regarding the words I wrote below, they can only be understood if you hear the guy in the video saying them. You can do it…
10 years ago today…
I had no idea how tough it would be. I was re-thinking a Mississippi outdoor wedding as the sun beat down on my black tux & sweat bubbled on my brow. No one could have convinced me that my love for Ginny on that day would not scratch the surface of the love I hold for her today. I didn’t get any of my own wedding cake. I really had not considered what type of mother Ginny would make. I was not nervous at all. We sang out , “Jesus Come Quickly” unaware of the foreshadow this request cast. My…
the deck party
It stopped raining for the first time in what must have been a decade, skies clearing out and making way for a party I had planned outside for some of the gals in Ginny’s life. I tried to play up the deck theme as whimsical and hip, failing to mention that it was the only way to have folks over to our little ranch home and not wake up the sleeping rascals. I spent quite a bit of time prepping the deck and house, imagining scenes from MTV’s “Sweet Sixteen”- but I knew all along that regardless of the look…
the mysterious art of celebration
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY. It is my lovely wife’s ½ birthday, which is the day we choose to celebrate her. Ginny’s actual birthday corresponds with the day Eliot left our world, and so that day has carved a holiness all its own. But today is about celebrating my favorite person that walks this earth. For her birthday, I got her a little blog re-design, so feel free to go check it out and while your at it, leave her a birthday wish if you want to help me make this day wonderful for her. Also, in an annual rite of passage-…
in process
As some of you may know from previous posts, I use writing to help me pinpoint what I actually feel about a given subject. Writing was and continues to be a crutch for me in the grief process- I know “crutch” typically connotes a negative imagery akin to meth use or some variant of codependency, but I mean it here to be more like the object that allows me to get up and walk- though the limp may still be evident. As of late, it seems that busy-ness (which I am known to despise) has muted my typing fingers- as…
Vulnerability.
There has been a short window here where it has been a bit tough to blog. Somewhere between the 99 Balloons board retreat, preparing for the Now Conference (this weekend), and working hard with a new employee on 99 Balloons stuff…I ran across this. If you’ve been around long, you have seen TED talks make my year-end recaps. Here is why. Yes, it’s 20 minutes. I understand if you cannot, but you’ll be glad you did. Feel free to place your thoughts in the comments.
So, I know that when I wax a little more poetic on the blog it tends to induce the awkward, cricket response. And that’s Okay. If it’s not your thing, don’t fake it. But I do like me some words. Below is a video that a friend showed me this week along with some words…
I had no idea how tough it would be. I was re-thinking a Mississippi outdoor wedding as the sun beat down on my black tux & sweat bubbled on my brow. No one could have convinced me that my love for Ginny on that day would not scratch the surface of the love I hold…
It stopped raining for the first time in what must have been a decade, skies clearing out and making way for a party I had planned outside for some of the gals in Ginny’s life. I tried to play up the deck theme as whimsical and hip, failing to mention that it was the only…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY. It is my lovely wife’s ½ birthday, which is the day we choose to celebrate her. Ginny’s actual birthday corresponds with the day Eliot left our world, and so that day has carved a holiness all its own. But today is about celebrating my favorite person that walks this earth. For her…
As some of you may know from previous posts, I use writing to help me pinpoint what I actually feel about a given subject. Writing was and continues to be a crutch for me in the grief process- I know “crutch” typically connotes a negative imagery akin to meth use or some variant of codependency,…
There has been a short window here where it has been a bit tough to blog. Somewhere between the 99 Balloons board retreat, preparing for the Now Conference (this weekend), and working hard with a new employee on 99 Balloons stuff…I ran across this. If you’ve been around long, you have seen TED talks make…