Right here

If you dig a deep, dark tunnel and don’t find anything amazing, just wait until you get back.

Winter

Skin shivering on a cold Winter night
is like flexing your biceps before the main fight.

How Are You What You Are?

Sometimes people say things like “I wish I were a fish.” Or they’ll say “I wish I were a lion, or a camel, or whatever.” I don’t wish I were anything at all, except what I am. I think I would rather say “If I were a mosquito, would I bite people?” Or if I were a blackbird, would I squawk at other birds? Or if I were a plant, would I be poisonous? Or if I were a bee, would I devote my life to the Queen?

It’s not a question of who I am, but how I am who I am. Animals and plants don’t have an option to be poisonous or safe, kind or unkind, fast or slow. They are who they are because of who they are. We are most unique; every minute we can either help or hurt, build up or tear down, love or hate.

How are you?