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7 hours ago, Sciread77 said:

Oh. Yes. Following. 
 

You have to comment when the challenge flips lol. 

 

Thank you, my friend. It is always an honor to have you along.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Week 1, Day 6 Update:

  • 0500 wakeup; I needed a little extra sleep because I stayed up later than usual
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • no cold shower because I took a necessary bath last night after working at the other house
  • one round of the same breathwork exercise as the past few days
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • no burpees today; my back is still worrisome. I may need to rethink this challenge goal

 

Today's poem is "Chimera" by Vievee Francis:

 

She's not "maternal," she's dangerous.

                       —Jamaal May

 

I have no charms. Admittedly.

No gold comb can move through

This mane. My skin is not translucent.

Mine is a tail to fear. I know.

And though a mother may destroy,

She too sees fit to create beauty

That would eventually grow into forms

I would swallow if I gave in

To my hungers. But, up from my wounds—

From this goat's body—

Up from my wood-smoke lungs, from

The milk of me, comes a song, a melody

To open yours, then lick them clean.

 

And my own poem is titled "Secret Heart":

 

SECRET HEART

 

It could be written in an evening sky

or hidden in the clefts of the rocks

or etched in the wings of a butterfly

or lost in the pelt of an old gray fox

 

It could be spoken by the morning haze

or whispered with the canyon winds

or hushed by the mockingbird's turn of phrase 

or misplaced in the night when the full moon grins

 

It could be yours if you know where to look

or if you know the right questions to ask 

or if your intentions will not be mistook

or if you are equipped for the task.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Week 1, Day 7 Update:

  • 0500 wakeup; my buddy Rick backed out on our run, however, so I went back to bed because I knew I had a long day ahead of me
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • took a cold shower, but it was later in the day
  • 3 minutes of Pranayama breathing 
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • no burpees today because I knew I would be working hard later (see below)
  • went to the other house today to tear our carpet. Seven rooms and a hallway later, my back and arms are sore, but the carpet is gone, and the floor is ready to put down laminate flooring next weekend.

Today's poem is titled "Tonsure" by Kevin Young:

 

Forever you find
              your father
in other faces—
a balding head
              or beard enough
to send you following
for blocks after
              to make sure
you’re wrong, or buying 
some stranger a beer
              to share. Well, not
just one—and here,
among a world that mends
              only the large things,
let the shadow grow
upon your face
              till you feel
at home. It’s all
yours, this father
              you make 
each day, the one
you became when yours
              got yanked away. 
Take your place between
the men bowed
              at the bar, the beer
warming, glowing faint
as a heart: lit
              from within & just
a hint bitter.
 
Poem copyright ©2020 by Kevin Young, “Tonsure” from Virginia Quarterly Review, (Spring 2020). Poem reprinted by permission of Kevin Young and the publisher.

 

And my own poem is titled "Remodeled":

 

REMODELED

 

Dusty floors are no more

Fragments of memories brought forth

from weather worn and water wearied

planks set down by force and by farce

 

Hammer heavy forearms

bring the changes necessary 

to reshape

to reconstruct

to re-occupy

 

A forgotten heart

filled with remembrances and retraces

brought forth by memories of fragments

pieced together by worn and wearied hands

 

The same hands that held me

suspended me above the loneliness

above the heartache

above the loss

 

 

 
 
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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Week 2, Days 1-3 (Sun-Tues):

 

  • slept in more than usual all three days, mostly because I have been working hard on the other house, as well as staying up later than usual preparing for the start of summer graduate classes
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • took a cold shower all three days
  • Sunday: box breathing, Monday: WHM breathing, Tuesday: none
  • took the dogs outside all three days while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • replacing burpees with cinderblock swings
  • painted one of the rooms at the other house, the one that will be our daughters' bedroom

I owe you three poems. The first is "Only When My Heart Freezes" by Alden Nowlan:

 

Only when my heart freezes

do I covet the power

to hurt an enemy

as you and I can hurt

each other, my son:

with a thoughtless word,

a careless glance,

an unexpected departure

 

You crush your tears

in your fists.

Every door in the house

bangs shut.

 

And I too am afflicted

like the refugee orphan

who leaves a full table

with breadcrusts

to hide in her pillow.

 

We understand why

Johnson gave

that terrible shout

when Boswell left him,

without a word,

and galloped ahead

to search out an inn.

 

"If you had not come back,

I had never spoken to you again,"

the old man said.

 

The pair of them,

half-mad,

like you and me,

and night falling

in a strange wild country.

 

The second one is "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden:

 

Sundays too my father got up early

and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,

then with cracked hands that ached

from labor in the weekday weather made

banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

 

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

When the rooms were warm, he’d call,

and slowly I would rise and dress,

fearing the chronic angers of that house,

 

Speaking indifferently to him,

who had driven out the cold

and polished my good shoes as well.

What did I know, what did I know

of love’s austere and lonely offices?

 

And finally, this is "A Broken Appointment" by Thomas Hardy:

 

You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,—

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,

You did not come.

 

You love not me,

And love alone can lend you loyalty;

–I know and knew it. But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name,

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be

You love not me?

 

I also owe you three poems of my own. The first is titled "Trail Runner":

 

TRAIL RUNNER

 

The path ahead narrows through

disappearing up and to the side

His feet make contact with the earth

as the mouth of the forest opens wide

 

His breath syncs up with the ebb

and steady flow of the beat of his heart

His muscles burn and ache with the fire

of losses, of gains, of another fresh start

 

The woods rush by but he still sees

each flora, each fauna, each colossal tree

His soul shares a moment, no matter how brief

He is mindful in spite of his maddening speed

 

He is with the forest, one and yet not

His steps are rooted and then removed

with prints left behind sunk into the earth

His sacrifice of heart has been approved

 

The next is titled "Ghost of You":

 

GHOST OF YOU

 

I walked along the tracks last week

the route we used to walk

from Kapok to Lotus I walked

and I could see the ghost of you 

 

Standing at the back door of the church

Peering at a groundhog in the field

Trying to balance on the rails

Speaking the names of passing birds

 

You were a mentor, a guru, a shaman

who held such wisdom in your palms

as you knelt down, touched the rails, and said, "Listen."

and then the rails began to sing

 

Hissing like serpent's breath they warned

of what had not yet come to pass

and soon the unmistakable whine

of the engine's banshee wail

 

I walked along the tracks last week

seeking the ghost of you 

What I found instead were fragments of memories

stirred up and summoned by a passing train

 

And finally, this one is titled "Nature's Cost":

 

NATURE’S COST

 

I bruised my chin

pulling a tulip poplar branch

Nature’s rewards come at a price

I dove to the bottom of a river

and the cost was a ruptured eardrum

Nature’s bounties require sacrifice

I lost all control

racing down an unmarked trail

Nature’s cost is always ego

 

 

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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This is excellent. You have everything you need to be a poet:

 

 

Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

Link to post

Week 2, Day 4 (Wednesday):

  • 0500 wakeup
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • no cold shower today because I knew I would be getting paint all over me later in the morning
  • deep mindful breathing for 7 minutes
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • 25 American swings using a 40 lb. cinderblock; also did a full workout with the cinderblock (swings, clean and presses, shoulder presses) and the log (shoulder presses, overhead presses)
  • finished the final coat of paint in the girls' bedroom; still need to paint the baseboards

Today's poem is "The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students" by Galway Kinnell

 

Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me   

snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting   

you were beautiful; goodbye,

Miami Beach urologist, who enclosed plain   

brown envelopes for the return of your very

“Clinical Sonnets”; goodbye, manufacturer   

of brassieres on the Coast, whose eclogues

give the fullest treatment in literature yet

to the sagging breast motif; goodbye, you in San Quentin,   

who wrote, “Being German my hero is Hitler,”   

instead of “Sincerely yours,” at the end of long,   

neat-scripted letters extolling the Pre-Raphaelites:

 

I swear to you, it was just my way   

of cheering myself up, as I licked

the stamped, self-addressed envelopes,   

the game I had of trying to guess   

which one of you, this time,   

had poisoned his glue. I did care.   

I did read each poem entire.   

I did say everything I thought   

in the mildest words I knew. And now,

in this poem, or chopped prose, no better,   

I realize, than those troubled lines   

I kept sending back to you,

I have to say I am relieved it is over:

at the end I could feel only pity

for that urge toward more life

your poems kept smothering in words, the smell   

of which, days later, tingled in your nostrils   

as new, God-given impulses

to write.

 

Goodbye,

you who are, for me, the postmarks again

of imaginary towns—Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell—

their solitude given away in poems, only their loneliness kept.

 

And my own poem is titled "After You Passed":

 

AFTER YOU PASSED

 

You were grieved by the coat rack

cluttered with your coats and caps

which it guarded for as long as it could

You were mourned by the coffee pot

infused with the aroma of fresh grounds

which it preserved until time stole it away

You were missed by the fireplace

pervaded by the aura of wood and cigarettes

which it held long after you were gone 

You were grieved by the fishing rod

Cast and reeled by tough and tender hands

whose imprint it protected before the dust settled

You were mourned by the earth

doused by the sweat of garden labor

which it kept to nourish deep roots

You were missed by church walls

echoing a whistled out of tune hymn

whose lyrics are etched in saint's hearts

You were grieved by a grandson

instilled with your wisdom like the wind after a storm

holding onto it for as long as he can.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

Link to post

Week 2, Day 5 (Thursday):

  • 0500 wakeup
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • no cold shower today because I took a bath last night to wash the paint off
  • box breathing for 10 minutes
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • 25 American swings using a 40 lb. cinderblock; no workout today, and my only excuse it that it was a very busy day
  • put the first coat of paint on the baseboards; need to do the second coat tomorrow and paint the ceilings

Today's poem is "May" by Jonathan Galassi:

 

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,

takes on a used-up, feather-duster look

within a week.

 

The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign

sends red feelers out and up and down

to find the sun.

 

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,

brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch

soft to the touch

 

and rank with interface of rut and rot.

The month after the month they say is cruel

is and is not.

 

And my own poem is titled  "Where the Sun Rises to Greet You":

 

Your first inkling

is to avoid the path

where the sun rises to greet you 

where the wild roses grow

in fear that your heart might burst.

This joy is not mine, you think.

It is too much; it is too pure.

But who are you to deny it?

Remove your sandals.

This is holy ground.

Honor it with light steps,

forgetting what lies behind,

stepping forward to what lies ahead.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

Link to post

Week 2 Day 6 & 7 (Friday and Saturday)

 

  • 0500 wakeup Friday, 0430 Saturday
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • cold shower Friday but no cold shower Saturday because I was going running that morning and planned to work at the other house
  • WHM breathing Friday morning but no breathing Saturday (unless you count controlling my breathing during my trail run)
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • 25 cinderblock swings Friday but none Saturday
  • two rooms fully painted Friday, and then we finished laying flooring in one room Saturday

I owe you two poems. The first is "Simultaneously" by Kimberly Grey:

 

I am and you are, as larks going, at the same time, away and up, unthought of separately, a blurred black-thing against blue, though we are different, and two. And soon we’ll be lost to a chasm. While moving is an immense gesture, it almost means we can, as astonishingly as things change, be the same. You will understand,

 

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As your plane lands here, didn’t the lady once say in the event of aloneness please hold on? Why have you gone? Here is a question I’ve tried: why at the same time as speaking are we moving away? Though the theory of action explains it well, the function of experience must be experimental. And, too, I knew assuredly that

 

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Once, while slow and desperate, we behaved almost as a low wind, no shame or control. We were as simple as photographs, rendered images, at the same time as living with our figures and it figures you so besieged me that I decided to live, while also sad, in your sadness. Yes, I’ll wear that black dress

 

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When I meet you at the gate, you’ll be walking and I’ll be walking and we’ll both know things cut across time, and how lucky that no time is lost, those small repeated reliefs. Time deserves to be studied, as I study you and me and how we are linked. See we’ve become almost like holy things, while the reverse is also true and every time I see you, while I’m looking,

 

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I’m thinking of a long river, something with no end, as a real river somewhere does, at the same time, into a true-blue sky. It is the same way I imagine us ending, like two parts of the same broken line, who go down trying, as the planes are flying, as the dying are dying, as the not dying are dying, as lovers and lover, I‘ve figured it out: you are only mine when you are moved, at the same time, the same way, I’m moved.

 

The next is titled "Spirit House" by Maw Shein Win:

 

the nats have stolen my hair

mosquito net winds itself around limbs

watch clumps of black hair blow across the room onto balcony

the house on Inya Lake presses down on my neck & back

smell of jackfruit & sweet orange consoles meeat semolina cake under crackling palm

shear the cousins gossip: she is so idle, not as enterprising as her four sisters  

 

 

sometimes I cannot bear to watch these sunsets

 

The next two poems are my own:

 

TINY MOMENTS

 

The soul

needs to be revived 

by tiny moments 

of acceptance

of surrender.

 

The soul

needs to be liberated

by tiny moments

of presence

of consciousness.

 

The soul

needs to be guarded

by tiny moments

of goodness

of tenderness.

 

The soul

needs to be adored

by tiny moments

of devotion

of reverence.

 

WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THAT HEART OF YOURS?

 

What should I do with that heart of yours

that breaks so easily?

Should I steal it and lock it in a box for safe keeping?

Build walls around it to keep intruders out?

What should I say to that heart of yours that breaks so easily?

Should I whisper white lies to win its affections?

Hide truths that might crack its foundations?

What should I bring to that heart of yours that breaks so easily?

Should I bring treasures stolen from other hearts broken?

Sacrifices made in another's name?

What should I do with that heart of yours that breaks so easily?

Let it be yours to give and mine to honor.

 

I'll post an update for Sunday and today soon.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

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Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Week 3, Days 1 & 2 (Sunday & Monday):

  • 0730 wakeup Sunday, 0500 Monday
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • no cold shower Sunday because I had plans to mow the lawn at the other house; cold shower Monday
  • box breathing Sunday morning and WHM breathing Monday (three rounds)
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • no cinderblock swings Sunday but 25 Monday
  • mowed the lawn at the other house Sunday and cleaned off the front porch; no work at the other house Monday

Your first poem is "Green Swoon" by Jonathan Weinart:

 

When we were dead, our vexed

tongues hung limp.

You'd made your done face, more or less,

and that was it.

 

We slept a slow green sleep.

And then the grass grew bronze and stiff

and all we knew was grass

and the ways through grass

and the small strange laws of sleep.

 

There the ferns grew like hair on the heads of the old dead.

The young dead ate their jam of fig and white cheese.

We wrote our odes and told our jokes

and laughed or rolled our hard white eyes.

 

You'd think we'd grow as tired of this as we had in life.

But when the weird bell called

and the halls of the dead were filled with the smells

of pine and moss, then how

we loved our deaths the more

and kept on in the ways of death

and left the chance of new life to the ones

who weren't yet done with time.

 

We were. We'd get in bed there,

in the grass town of the dead,

left leg to right leg, sex to sex,

and let death flow from chest to chest,

a cold sweet air we had no need to breathe,

and hold it there in a deep green swoon

while the earth filled up with dust

and passed through an age of dust

on its way to the last days of dust.

 

The next poem is titled "The Aim Was Song" by Robert Frost:

 

Before man came to blow it right

     The wind once blew itself untaught,

And did its loudest day and night

     In any rough place where it caught.

 

Man came to tell it what was wrong:

     It hadn’t found the place to blow;

It blew too hard—the aim was song.

     And listen—how it ought to go!

 

He took a little in his mouth,

     And held it long enough for north

To be converted into south,

     And then by measure blew it forth.

 

By measure. It was word and note,

     The wind the wind had meant to be—

A little through the lips and throat.

     The aim was song—the wind could see.

 

And here are two poems of mine:

 

ASHES

 

Bly was right.

The day came

when the ashes of my dreams

littered the floor

and I couldn't hide them anymore.

I swept them up, I thought,

but they were caught

and settled 

into crevices and cracks

of every room in my house.

The ashes of who I used to be

of the man I thought I would be

of the idea of me

but not the real me.

 

TRAIN TRESTLE TROUBADOUR

 

Step up young man and I'll sing you a song 

about a life that's past and a love long gone

about a man with a heart of gold

who dared walk the center line too long

Step up young man and I'll sing you a song

about a love that's lost and a life long gone

about a man who was never too bold

who swore that his soul would never belong

Step up young man and I'll sing you a song 

about a past love and a life gone long

about a man who let his strong heart unfold

who mourned the loss of the poet's last song.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

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Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Well... it's been a long few days... I'm not going to try to catch up the past four or five days by bombarding you with five poems. I'll settle for one and just update you for today (Friday):

  • 0530 wakeup
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • no cold shower because I knew I would be painting at the other house
  • box breathing for 10 minutes
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • worked out with the heavy resistance band
  • got into a fairly serious argument with my 17 year old because she has been consistently lying about schoolwork and almost failed English; we grounded her, and she exploded.

Today's poem is "This is what was bequeathed us" by Gregory Orr:

 

This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.

 

No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.

 

No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.

 

No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.

 

That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.

 

My poem (which isn't a very good one) is titled "There Are Some Things You Should Know":

 

THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW

 

There are some things you should know:

Everclear is overrated.

But Santa Monica changed my life.

No Rain is not the best Blind Melon song.

Change is so much better.

Black will forever be Eddie's masterpiece.

Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town comes very close.

I met the Goo Goo Dolls before Iris.

Their biggest hit then was a deeply intimate acoustic song called Name.

My soul is still affected by the juxtaposition of Lightning Crashes, Paranoid Android, and Semi-Charmed Life.

No one will ever again hear a voice like Chris Cornell.

Brent Smith tries his best, though.

Music was, is, and ever shall be.

It vibrates in the memory.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

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Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Update Week 3, Day 7 (Saturday):

  • 0530 wakeup
  • said the Lord's Prayer, as well as a more personal prayer 
  • read the daily verse devotional on YouVersion
  • no cold shower because I knew I would be working at the other house
  • no breathing exercise (unless you count mindful breathing during my run with Rick)
  • took the dogs outside while barefoot and shirtless; stood and felt the earth beneath my feet, stretched and moved to warm my body up
  • ran 5k around town with my buddy Rick; Rick is doing what is called 5k Mayhem, which is attempting to run a 5k every hour for 12 hours.
  • worked at the other house laying flooring in another bedroom; I also edged the sidewalk leading to the house and the outside sidewalk along the fence line; this was a real challenge because all I had was a square point shovel and a rusty old edger.
  • my 17 year old called both my wife and me and apologized for her behavior

 

Today's poem is titled "Midday," and it is by Ak Welsapar, a poet from Turkmenistan:

 

Midday, just look around:
the heat raises the sand to a boil.
Life is nothing more than a myth
when summer comes to this land.

 

A camel on the ground, groaning,
doesn’t help against the heat.
What does it ask and to whom,
its neck bent into a question mark?

 

The day at its peak. The sun blind.
Mirages draw me in only to disappoint.
In Asia, a tornado is born
and wails past me on its way to Africa.

 

The forest of desert trees lies quiet;
strives to survive.
On a branch, a small body jumps around,
a sparrow burned black by the sun.

 

The ground is cracked and jagged;
the desert air melts away.
The wonderful music of the heat
is brief, and piercing.

 

I bear a worry in my heart
not everyone bears.
My homeland follows me everywhere.
I love my people. I can’t help it.

 

My poem is titled "The Birdwatcher":

 

THE BIRDWATCHER

 

The blue jay is a liar

Singing songs of deception not come by fairly

Unlike his nemesis the mockingbird

Whose voice brings honor to those it imitates

The grackles will come

to suck the marrow from watermelon rinds

With alert yellow eyes

and glossy feathers that reflect the sun’s shadow

The kingfisher is aptly named

His crest like a kingly crown upon his head

Perched on his branch like a throne

until he swoops and skims the water’s surface

The woodpecker will knock

and then laugh, and as if you didn’t hear him

He’ll knock again and again until you do

Then laugh at your foolishness

Herons are like magical gods

Commanding and intense in their marshy habitat

Guardians of some patient secret

Rooted and upright and in total harmony

Crows are the cleverest birds

Wise in worldly ways we can only imagine

Our ancestors believed they could talk

And would warn against danger and death

Red-shouldered hawks seem undaunted

Perched proudly in the perfect spot for prey

Chest puffed out and ready to dive

And then soaring and calling out from above 

My favorite is the barred owl

Distinct in its look and its “who-cooks-for-you” call

And believe it or not a tree climber

Unique and yet true to itself as an owl

So many birds to love

And I never tire of watching and observing them

Because no matter how much I know

They always amaze and surprise me

 

 

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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The pigeon is an internet expert-on-everything,

Who exists only to crap on everything it encounters.

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Current Challenge Original 1,2,3, R 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,51

52,53,54

"By the Most-Righteous-and-Blessed Beard of Sir Tanktimus the Encourager!" - Jarl Rurik Harrgath

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I decided to continue this challenge theme, so I've rolled my posts over from the last challenge. Sorry I wasn't very active near the end there. Been a lot going on. I'll post more about it later.

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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So we are finally moved into the new house. The walls are painted (except for the kitchen), the floors are replaced with laminate flooring (much of which I laid myself), windows are replaced, electric is rewired and upgraded, appliances are almost all installed (we still need a new wall oven), furniture is a work in progress (waiting on a dining table and a sectional couch), and we have window a/c units and baseboard heaters installed until we can afford to upgrade to an HVAC or maybe a ductless unit.

 

There is still a lot of work to do. The gutters need replaced, and I need to figure out the best way to divert water away from the house. There is essentially a small lake under my house almost constantly, and it really fills up after a hard rain. We discovered a small leak under the sink that the contractors fixed for us yesterday, but the flooring got wet, and I will probably have to pull some of it up and replace it. I have some cracked drywall where the wall meets the floor in the kitchen that will need patched. We still need to strip the wallpaper and repaint the kitchen, but that's at the bottom of the list. We also need to gravel a section of our yard behind the old garage (which will eventually be demolished) to make an extra parking space, and we need to look into grading our back yard because it is quite uneven (which unfortunately worsens the water problem under the house).

 

I am having to adjust my morning routine since I am also adjusting to a new environment. The stress level for me has been pretty high for the past few weeks. Regardless, it feels... both good and weird that we are finally living in this house. It was my great grandmother's house until she passed away in 1997, and then my parents and brother and I moved into it. My parents lived here even after I got married and moved out. Then almost four years ago my grandfather passed away, and my parents now live in his house, and this one has sat empty for almost four years. And they did not do anything to upgrade it while they lived here (mostly because they couldn't afford it) other than a necessary bathroom remodel and a new metal roof. So now my wife and I have put a lot of money and work into it, and it will soon be ours. My mother and I have talked about switching the deed to my name, and she has agreed. But it feels weird because there is a haunting nostalgia to being in this house again. As an example: I cried literally sobbing tears today because The Price is Right was on, and the theme song took me back to childhood, sitting on the floor in that very same room, watching the Price is Right with my Mamaw Sayre. And I mean I wept. No one else was home, so I just let the tears come, deep cleansing sobs that shook me, but when it was over I felt so much better.

 

So life has been... a lot. I am also still working on my Master's degree (three freaking classes at once). I'm managing, but it hasn't been easy.

 

Anyway, here are your poems for today.

 

About Suffering

BY ELISA GABBERT

Part of suffering is the useless urge to announce that you’re suffering.

 

There is no other way to say it: I’m suffering. Just to say “I suffer”

helps.

 

I read somewhere, “we become lyrical when we suffer.”

 

Happiness is suffering for the right reasons.

 

First-order suffering is second-order happiness.

 

You have to suffer for beauty? Because you have to suffer.

 

We pride ourselves on a high quality of suffering.

 

Turgenev was born in 1818 in the Province of Orel, and suffered

during his childhood from a tyrannical mother.

 

In the past their suffering was less absurd.

 

The problem is, everything’s worse. Like, paper or plastic? We’re all

still going to die suffering.

 

I value being alone with my thoughts, but it’s weird to say, “This

thing that makes us suffer less, we have to stop doing it.”

 

Isn’t it kind of the point of culture to assuage our feeling needless

and alone?

 

How does one suffer “gladly,” exactly?

 

At least the rich get to suffer in comfort.

 

It makes the life feel longer. Live to suffer another day.

 

One’s past suffering can be a great source of comfort. A torturous

luxury. Velvet upholstery.

 

Suffering is happiness, after forty minutes of desolate shuffling. The

point is, life is suffering.

 

About suffering, no one is ever wrong.

 

Elisa Gabbert, "About Suffering.” Copyright © 2019 by Elisa Gabbert. Used by permission of the author for PoetryNow.

Source: PoetryNow (2019)

 

And for my own poem, this is called "Edging and Shoveling":

 

EDGING AND SHOVELING

 

Metal scrape against concrete

struggling against the resistance to quit

wondering through grunts and sighs,

Is it really worth it?

A seemingly fruitless task,

wrestling with the knowledge that 

it will someday need to be done again.

Absurdly difficult and almost ineffective

with the rusty worn-out tools you’ve been given.

Time, patience, and a lot of sweat

pay off with heaps of discarded earth

and the reward of unexpected clarity.

 

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Who am I? -- My NF Character

Current Challenge: WolfDreamer Embraces His Wild Poet

Past Challenges: 

Spoiler

Winter is ComingWolfen Strengthens His Heart, Body, Mind, and Spirit, Wolfen Becomes One of the PeopleWolfen Strengthens His ChakrasWolfen Welcomes Summer and Gets Primal, Soulcon and Spartan, Wolfen Develops Mental ToughnessWolfen Joins the Wander SocietySoulcon, Spartan, School, and Stranger ThingsWolfen Becomes a Warrior EliteWolfen Goes Here and There and Back AgainWolfen Becomes a Soulcon Warrior EliteWolfen Returns to His RootsWolfen Wanders in Soul, Spirit, and BodyWolfen Owns the DayWolfen Searches for His Wild Heart, Wolfen Runs for His LifeWolfen Hits the TrailsWolfen Becomes an Explorer and Joins the ResistanceWolfen Goes Back to the SourceWolfen Begins the Hero's JourneyWolfDreamer Returns to the People,  WolfDreamer Pushes BackWolfDreamer PrioritizesBurpees, Books, and BrainworkBurpees, Books, Brainwork, and BodyworkWolfDreamer Masters the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Continues to Master the Four ElementsWolfDreamer Returns to SpartaWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Continues His Middle Earth AdventureWolfDreamer and the FallWolfDreamer Forges His Own PathWolfDreamer Has HopeWolfDreamer Returns to Middle EarthWolfDreamer Reads Harder, Breathes Harder, and Journals More

I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Hey man, you’ve had a lot on your plate with all this. I get the home remodel and moving stresses to be sure, as well as feeling strong emotions around this house. 
 

Y’all are in my thoughts and prayers. I see your posts and think if you weren’t a thousand mile drive away I’d love to hop in the van with some tools to help out. 
 

I’m glad you’re moved and I hope. Love the poems and  have a connection with About Suffering. I think we already discussed Edging and Shoveling and that one hits me especially on days like… Saturday? Sunday? Whenever it was lol. 

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Adventurer, Half-Dwarf Chaotic-Good Paladin

Ne me dites jamais les chances!  ¡Nunca me digas las probabilidades!

Character Sheet Training Logs Challenges Prepping for Adventure PrepAdventure Prep Fall BabyWhen Are We Again, Anyway?WhirlwindThe Leaf's LocusHarnessing Hamingja New Roots More Beginnings, More Roots Cleaning Up Facing The Hailstorm Yo Ho Yo The... Keto Life For Me? Taming the Beast Another Step Towards the Future Baking, Suburban Homesteading, and Health, The Adventurers of the Lucky Vale IIIIIIIVVVI, VII VIIIIX

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Perennial goals: Sleep 7+ hours a night, retain (and continue to learn) French and Spanish as a family, increase Spanish Proficiency for work and play,  read like a maniac on my own and with my kids, carry heavy stuff

Long term goals: Cut to 13-15% bodyfat, And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs, so I'm roughly the size of a baaaaarge! -> Someday I'll challenge a Disney world Gaston to a push up contest and win

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Hugs man. I hope more healing happens the longer you are in that house.

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8 hours ago, Sciread77 said:

Hey man, you’ve had a lot on your plate with all this. I get the home remodel and moving stresses to be sure, as well as feeling strong emotions around this house. 
 

Y’all are in my thoughts and prayers. I see your posts and think if you weren’t a thousand mile drive away I’d love to hop in the van with some tools to help out. 
 

I’m glad you’re moved and I hope. Love the poems and  have a connection with About Suffering. I think we already discussed Edging and Shoveling and that one hits me especially on days like… Saturday? Sunday? Whenever it was lol. 

 

8 hours ago, Tanktimus the Encourager said:

Hugs man. I hope more healing happens the longer you are in that house.

 

Thank you. I appreciate you both so much. The general atmosphere of my family right now is one of hope mingled with nervous energy (most of it positive). I'm the one with anxieties about what might go wrong next. I'm trying to be present to the moment and taking it one task at a time. I appreciate your prayers, thoughts, and sentiments. 

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5 hours ago, WolfDreamer said:

 

 

Thank you. I appreciate you both so much. The general atmosphere of my family right now is one of hope mingled with nervous energy (most of it positive). I'm the one with anxieties about what might go wrong next. I'm trying to be present to the moment and taking it one task at a time. I appreciate your prayers, thoughts, and sentiments. 


I hear you. I think that’s the way to go. Jessie just sat me down to talk to me about how wound up I’ve been.  (Meds help but as soon as those things wear off…)  So I am also on the present and mindfulness train, and sending extra beams of reassurance in a general eastward direction. 
 

Just pulled up your city and realized you’re less than an 8-hour trip from us!

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5 hours ago, Sciread77 said:

Just pulled up your city and realized you’re less than an 8-hour trip from us!

 

Bro, come on down! 😁

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I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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13 minutes ago, WolfDreamer said:

 

Bro, come on down! 😁


One of these days. We (rather suddenly) have a trip south planned with my family. But that’s a remarkably short drive, I had us pegged as 12 hours apart. One of these days we’ll be heading east/northeast and I think it’d be easy to swing by!

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Well... this was one of the worst Father's Days I've had in a while. Our sewer line backed up in our new house (for those who do not know, the house isn't new, it's just new to us... sort of). I spent most of the afternoon trying on my own to snake it out or to flush it out. No luck. My anxiety was through the roof because I knew it wouldn't be cheap if I had to call a professional. I also knew it was highly unlikely anyone would be available on Father's Day. I was right, of course. So it had to just wait. Finally, this morning I was able to call in a plumber that was recommended by a friend. $492 dollars later, the line is clear. He said it was likely roots from the thicket of trees along the edge of our back yard. So I need to get rid of that. Unfortunately, it's riddled with poison ivy, and I break out just looking at the stuff. A friend is going to try to get rid of as much of it as possible so I can get in there and cut down the trees that are also growing there.

 

On a bright note, I did get to spend some time with my daughters. My oldest daughter bought me this:

 

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And my 17 year old and her boyfriend cooked on the grill for us. My little ones bought be a 64 ounce growler water bottle, and my wife bought be a cordless electric weed-eater. 

 

I'm feeling better. I still have this feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach that harkens back to when I lived with my parents, and we didn't have much money. So every time something went wrong with the house, there was an overbearing feeling of dread and stress and anger and shame that I know trickled into my psyche even when I was too young to understand. I don't want that for my family, so I fear a situation like that where something happens, and we can't afford to fix it. 

 

I know the most important things, the things that matter, will ultimately be okay. It's just hard to shake the feeling of worry.

 

Perhaps some poetry will lift my spirits:

 

Three Addresses

BY TERENCE WINCH

1642 Argonne Place, NW

Alley of giant air conditioners, you roared

your ill wind our way day and night. We burned

you down, little house, but you rose right up again. 

We played guitars by candlelight and sang songs to the cat.

We stole each other’s cake and dope, dancing

all night, sleeping late, driving down Columbia

Road to the Omega for Mexican-style chicken,

which two lovers could live on for an entire day.

We threatened you

with a sledgehammer

if you wouldn’t let us go. 

Enough, you finally stammered,

be gone from Argonne! 

 

1920 S St. NW: The Chateau Thierry

If you opened the door without thinking,

the entire neighborhood gushed into the apartment

like an open hydrant.  We gathered around the black

and white tv  like it was a tabernacle containing

the secrets we yearned to know.  The first Gay Pride Day

made the building tremble so violently the roaches

scurried from the cracks and crevices looking

for safer quarters.  Theodore, Edward, and Al

ran the only manual elevator still going in our

part of town. Casey, violent and crazy, dealt coke

out of his first floor apartment.  Mara owned

a dozen petite dogs to be avoided at all costs.

Zoltan Farkas wrote The Baltimore Poems

and disappeared completely from the landscape.

I had a brass bed, my altar of love, and a cat

named Spooky.  People yelled my name

up the side of the building, I threw them

a key out the window, and they rose

up to the fifth floor and through that open door

into my abode of bliss, which I still miss.

 

3701 Massachusetts Ave. NW: Cathedral Court

They told me I was moving to the geriatric district.

No Metro up there, they warned.  But I was now

on top of the hill, across the street from

one of God’s most prestigious addresses.

I would stare at the naked bodies carved above

the Cathedral entrance, like a page torn from

the Playboy version of Genesis, thinking

yes—this is the way religion should be.

A bus took me back to Dupont Circle

in three minutes.  At night I’d walk home

up Mass Ave, past all the embassies,

loving to touch down momentarily

on Irish soil, salute the statue of Gibran,

great poet of wedding-vow love, hail Mary and Tom

and Cyn and Steve.  Pick up the mail.

Waltz with Susan in the enormous living room,

then lie in bed at night, by the window,

hypnotized by the big cake of a church bathed

in its rosy blush of light, fireworks

erupting somewhere in the city’s distant dark.

 

And for my own poem, this is called "The Gentleman":

 

THE GENTLEMAN (A SESTINA)

 

The gentleman asked, “Where did the sun go?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by the question.

He peered up at the sky as the clouds rolled by

As if expecting some holy moment to arrive.

The clouds parted, and he grinned and seemed relieved.

The lines on his face betrayed his age.

 

His eyes suggested his wisdom was of a different age

And his expression implied he had nowhere else to go.

He opened his mouth as if to ask another question

But then hesitated, seemed confused, as time passed by

Then said, “Do you know when the next storm will arrive?”

When I said the sky looked clear, he did not seem relieved.

 

I wondered on this, why he wouldn't be relieved

And I unexpectedly realized that I couldn’t determine his age

He asked, with grave concern, “Which way should I go?”

And this time even I was concerned by his question.

All I could do was shrug and tell him I was just passing by

But noticed him sitting alone as if waiting for someone to arrive. 

 

He stared and said, “I was waiting for someone to arrive,”

And as if some memory returned he finally looked relieved.

He shook his head and mumbled, “Getting forgetful at my old age.”

We shared a laugh and he asked, “Where were you trying to go?”

I paused, seeking the right words to answer the question,

But before I spoke, the gentleman said, “I saw you walking by,

 

And you did not look like someone who was ‘just passing by,’

But yet you say you saw me waiting for someone to arrive.”

I stared at the gentleman, confused and yet somehow relieved

“You’ve been at it too long, son, wasting away your young age.”

With genuine concern he asked, “Where are you trying to go?”

My heart sank because I could not answer the question

 

The gentleman looked sad and said, “It’s a heavy question.”

He pointed to the crowd. “I’ve seen so many others ‘just passing by’

Just rushing, dashing, hoping for something that may never arrive,

But you, young man, saw me here alone, and you were relieved

Because you know there is something more than what plagues this age.”

He shuffled his feet and asked again, “So where are you trying to go?”

 

At last I answered the question because I wasn’t just passing by

There was no more waiting for anyone to arrive, and my soul was relieved,

Initiated graciously into an age of knowing with conviction which way to go.

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I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” -- Jack London

“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.” -- Leo Tolstoy

"I feel love rising in my chest again
Rising like a burning sun into the day..." -- Gungor, "Hurricane"

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17b

 

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Old wounds run deep, and take much time, love, and care to heal. I'm here to stand by you and give love and time.

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I love The Gentleman. 
 

I’m sorry your Father’s Day and today were so rough. I’m here for you, too. 

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Character Sheet Training Logs Challenges Prepping for Adventure PrepAdventure Prep Fall BabyWhen Are We Again, Anyway?WhirlwindThe Leaf's LocusHarnessing Hamingja New Roots More Beginnings, More Roots Cleaning Up Facing The Hailstorm Yo Ho Yo The... Keto Life For Me? Taming the Beast Another Step Towards the Future Baking, Suburban Homesteading, and Health, The Adventurers of the Lucky Vale IIIIIIIVVVI, VII VIIIIX

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Perennial goals: Sleep 7+ hours a night, retain (and continue to learn) French and Spanish as a family, increase Spanish Proficiency for work and play,  read like a maniac on my own and with my kids, carry heavy stuff

Long term goals: Cut to 13-15% bodyfat, And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs, so I'm roughly the size of a baaaaarge! -> Someday I'll challenge a Disney world Gaston to a push up contest and win

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