Music

I am tense. It has been a long day. My muscles are knotted and tight. My body is rigid and my mind is weary. I am a single father. I just worked all day, picked up my little girl, made dinner, lunches for tomorrow, did bath and bedtime routine, and cleaned up the kitchen and any other things needing attention. My muscles are knotted and tight. My body is rigid and my mind is weary. It has been a long day. I am tense.

The waves wash over me. I open my ears, close my eyes, and clear my mind. The sound flows into me and reverberates through my bones from my head down to my toes. The bass notes hit and penetrate my core. I feel the rigidity leave me. The tensions relax. I feel the pounding of the beat pulsing in my head and find a calmness and a peace. The melody plays; feeding my body and mind with rejuvenating rhythm. The instrumental begins; strumming the strings of my heart and stirring chords deep within my soul.

I think about my beautiful little girl sleeping soundly in her bed without a care in the world. I take a deep breath with a long exhale. I am aware and grateful for the tremendous blessings I have been bestowed. I am relaxed and calm. I have been restored. The sacrifice isn’t as heavy as it was and more than worth it. I am ready for a new day. Music is my cure.

Mushroom Gravy Chicken

Decided to try the meal subscription service “Hello Fresh” and this wasthe first meal I’ve had. Not only was it very easy to make, all the ingredients were fresh, the flavors were delicious! The lemon and arugula balance and cut perfectly the richness of the mushroom gravy and the couscous is a perfect vessel to soak up the gravy with bites of chicken!

 

Burger Crave!

Ginger pork burger with pickled radishes, black bean mayo, and roasted broccoli! This is as a blue apron recipe…very good!

Moonlit Peace pt.2 (Easter version)

The ocean is a lonely deep; dark… briny….
Churning out sea foam as it crashes against a rocky shoreline.
It whispers in your ear to come explore,
Parting its early morning mist inviting you to row onto the moonlit black.

You enter your boat, you do not know why.
You lock in your oars and cast off your line.
No one knows where you are or where you’ve gone.
The thick salt air overwhelms your senses and you begin to pull.

The subtle calm has lured you into the ocean’s embrace.
The last stars in the sky on the horizon, the first rays of dawn,
you feel at peace.

A gull’s cry draws your attention to port; where you see a rogue wave approaching.
You try to turn your bow into the oncoming assault but realize too late,
the lonely deep has drawn you out and you are caught in her trap.
Like the angler-fish of the deep, the maws of this briny beast are snapping fast.

As your boat rolls and you go under, a wave of panic washes over you.
You feel the phantom hands of countless lost souls grabbing you and pulling you down under…
Or is that just the seaweed? You open your eyes and realize no one is there.
You spot the surface and start climbing, fighting to get to that breath of air.

How did one wave plunge you so deep? If you don’t make it, will you be at peace?
Your body overtakes you and the taste of salt floods inside.
A gasp for air becomes a last cry of despair as you realize the cold you feel underneath
The surface is fading out of sight, sinking deeper…how is daylight turning into night?

You feel the seaweed tugging on you again,
this time you see the eyes of the man whose hand is pulling you deep.
You do not know it but you have been summoned to join the feast.
As you close your eyes and search your heart, the cross you’ve accepted, a redeeming new start.
You see a man in your minds eye, dressed in white reaching down from on high.
He steps from the boat onto the sea, reaching into the depths on bended knee.
You feel a strong hand grasp your own, the seaweed recedes, releasing you home.
As you open your eyes you are where you belong.
At the feast of your King singing a hallelujah song.

Getting Ready for Belize 2018 pt. 2!!!

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A Restless Affair

I’d just rather stay home. Everyone expects to see me.
I double check to make sure I look ok. I think I look ok?
Traffic is bad on the way…I’m going to be late. I hate being late.
I start to feel jittery as I’m looking for a place to park…why are there no spots left?
Now I’m definitely going to be late…a fretful sweat has already begun.
Do I still look ok?
Finally a spot is in sight…I park the car resisting my instinct of flight.
With apprehension I make my way, just have to show face; no need to linger or stay.
In disquietude I enter the reception hall.
A plate of food and a drink, that’s all.
A hundred tables to choose but not ones for me. I feel out of place, smothered, drowning, nowhere to be.
She takes my hand and looks me in the eye.
I steady my breathing and willingly comply.
I know these feelings are all in my head, no matter how hard I try to replace this dread.
She guides me to a place for two. She talks to me, comforts me, she’s felt this before too.
We make it through the night and home.
I fulfilled my obligation, could not have alone.
Until the next time that I must venture out to face the demons that overwhelm my mind.
In my castle I’ll remain to recharge my soul; this is my anxiety grind.

Brotherhood

I cannot sum up brotherhood better than saying, I’ll be there for you
When overseas in foreign ports three sheets to the wind and you cannot stand, I will carry you
In the chow hall and you had a rough day, you know who you can turn to
When facing tragedy of insurmountable odds, we face it together with steadfast fortitude

On the pitch of battle we are warriors together
We fight together, try together, bleed together, and die together
When you go down I will support you, covering your back with my own
Pulling you to your feet to fight and charge on

My brothers, my family
All we had was each other
Poor, alone, being raised by a single struggling mother

The shirt off my back in the blistering cold is what I would give you
The meal off my plate if that’s what it came to
The blood in my veins if I thought it would save you

I know these things in my heart to be true
I know we are brothers, because you would do these things too

Moonlit Peace

The ocean is a lonely deep; dark… briny….

Churning out sea foam as it crashes against a rocky shoreline.

It whispers in your ear to come explore,

Parting its early morning mist inviting you to row onto the moonlit black.

 

You enter your boat, you do not know why.

You lock in your oars and cast off your line.

No one knows where you are or where you’ve gone.

The thick salt air overwhelms your senses and you begin to pull.

 

The subtle calm has lured you into the ocean’s embrace.

The last stars in the sky on the horizon, the first rays of dawn,

you feel at peace.

 

A gull’s cry draws your attention to port; where you see a rogue wave approaching.

You try to turn your bow into the oncoming assault but realize too late,

the lonely deep has drawn you out and you are caught in her trap.

Like the angler-fish of the deep, the maws of this briny beast are snapping fast.

 

As your boat rolls and you go under, a wave of panic washes over you.

You feel the phantom hands of countless lost souls grabbing you and pulling you down under…

Or is that just the seaweed?  You open your eyes and realize no one is there.

You spot the surface and start climbing, fighting to get to that breath of air.

 

How did one wave plunge you so deep?  If you don’t make it, will you be at peace?

Your body overtakes you and the taste of salt floods inside.

A gasp for air becomes a last cry of despair as you realize the cold you feel underneath

The surface is fading out of sight, sinking deeper…how is daylight turning into night?

 

You feel the seaweed tugging on you again,

this time you see the eyes of the man whose hand is pulling you deep.

You do not know it but you have been summoned to join the feast.

As you close your eyes you feel a chair beneath your seat.

 

You awaken at the table of the beast.

With countless other souls breaking their morning fast,

In Davy Jones locker…