The first time I went to New York City

The first time I went to New York City
I felt like I had been born.
Surrounded by the spectrum of humanity
in a single subway car.

I wondered if I had ever really known the world before.
The energy and vibrancy was like nothing I had ever experienced.
It was like this big party that had been going on for years,
and I had just now finally shown up.

Bench seats where you're happy to sit next to someone else.
And sidewalk strides are studied as you meditate on the heals before you.
I wondered if anyone from New York City could ever be shy or afraid of people.
I wondered what I would be like if I was from New York City,
If I wouldn't by so shy and afraid of people.

Churchy

It's weird searching for a new church... some seem too "churchy" and others not "churchy" enough.  I don't know if "churchy" is a word, but regardless, I'm trying to find the right amount of it.

The Hard Truths of Finger Dancing Season

I guess Summer is officially over.  Nothing makes my fingers dance like the rain drops do, apparently.  I just realized I just published my first words on my blog for the first time in 4 months.

If I were a good writer, I could reason it's the power of God channeling right down through the rain drops onto my paper.

You know how some people are like, "I don't know where those words came from, they just showed up on the page."  Some divinely inspired words.  The screen writer of the movie "Brave Heart" said he goes to bed every night praying about what he is going to write in the morning.

That's not me.

Make life sweet, a love ballad to my favorite beverages

I celebrate the sunrise every morning with 2 mugs of coffee, and the sunset every night with 2 mugs of beer.

Different types of mugs.

I fill em up and I sip em dry, both the same way.  1 sip at a time.

In the same ritualistic fashion- slowly.

When I was in 10th grade in Mr. Moberly's Drama class I did a monologue about how drinking black coffee makes you manly.  "You think Clint Eastwood ever took 2 sugars and a cream?  Of course not!  Cause Clint Eastwood is a man, and real men drink black coffee."