Month: December 2015

My Winter Reading List

  Making a list and checking it twice this winter. I finally have enough time in my days to read for leisure and I plan to lap it up. I’m very lucky to live in a city that has so many great local bookshops. Yesterday I biked on over to BookPeople and picked up a few of their staff favorites (and some that just sounded too appealing to pass up.) 1.  The Box Wine Sailors For the romantic… “The Box Wine Sailors is not about adjusting sails to match the wind. It is about adjusting lives to match a dream. Wisely or foolishly–you get to decide–Amy and her partner seek adventure, freedom, and togetherness aboard a small sailboat on a big ocean. What makes this tale unique is that its narrator is twenty something. “The Box Wine Sailors is not about adjusting sails to match the wind. It is about adjusting lives to match a dream. Wisely or foolishly–you get to decide–Amy and her partner seek adventure, freedom, and togetherness aboard a small sailboat on a …

Once Upon a Time in Belize

A few photos from my trip to Belize a couple years back. My first encounter with a digital camera. I tried to capture the color that radiates through this beautiful country. I’m digging around my computer, backing up files, and I thought I’d share these as the guy & I plan our next trip… to Peru. This time next year, if things go well, we’ll be standing atop Machu Picchu, breathing in the Incan air… So needless to say, I’m pinching my pennies. I haven’t been keeping up with this blog as much as I’d like to. I’ve been a little busy…. I have a new job and I’ve been taking up odd projects as of late. I’ve also been bumping the idea of moving around in my head a lot these days… We’ve been in Austin for two years now, so maybe it’s just that time that I start itching to move. For now I will just breathe in and reminisce about the waves plowing in and out of the shore and the dozen falling stars that …

Sleepless Burdens

Homeless man shaking a cup Can you imagine he was someone’s dream once? We’ve made a wasteland and call it peace, We’re malnutrition, but yet we feast, Keep on ice the bodies of the unclaimed deceased And remains in hushed increase By you and I, So they stack them four tombs high. Unidentified. Budget cuts. Children left to die. And they were someone’s dream once. We cut corners and call it tact We leach media and call it fact- Concrete and don’t turn back. And that homeless man shaking his cup, You’ve just learned not to look at. And those badlands are blinked as the beacon of “freedom.” & So people don’t dream anymore. They look and see cash on the shirts on their backs Sloth made simple And you slip through the crack Like a penny stepped on my single-soled Pride & the secrets they keep of those who’ve Suffered and sighed. But go buy a new dress because you’re slight of hand Of the Maker’s of a collapsing land threaded Together that tapestry …