He's there, right now, sitting at the edge of his own sanity. He's unable to hide it, or even deny it. It's not coming from nowhere. It's muscle memory. It's those feelings of having been here before. Not in this exact place, but something, somewhere similar. A bustling city, a lonely hotel room, life crashing … Continue reading Precipice
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Love is more than a feeling
A friend posted this quote on Facebook a couple days ago: "Love is kind. Anything less isn't love at all."Which made me think of this old Time Magazine story. I think I have linked to this article before, but I couldn't find it so I'm posting it again. Meaning of Love The article titled: We … Continue reading Love is more than a feeling
Grounded
Things are changing. We march on... The doc did not want me flying. Truthfully though, I think she realized I would push myself too much and wouldn't be keen on sitting around a hotel room in the middle of San Francisco. I called her office on Tuesday afternoon and spoke with her medical assistant. I … Continue reading Grounded
try not to cry on my rainbow 