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The In Between

Go Jules Go

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Oh, Chipmunks. There are going to be some epic adventures to share this year; I can scarcely wait. For starters, I can pretty much guarantee nudity.

Right now, though, as I nurse my 8,000th cold in the past two months, I have that strange feeling… I bet you know the one. I call it “the in-betweens.” Nestled under blankets and a heating pad, with Uncle Jesse curled by my knee, it’s as though some invisible hand has pressed the pause button.

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Or is it the “paws” button?

Scared, exhilarated, exhausted and excited after an epic year of goal-crushing, travel, mind-blowing metaphysical exploration, closure, new and rekindled friendships, I’m sipping lukewarm coffee that I know should be tea, trying to just breathe and be. To see the beauty and blessing in this time out. Not every moment is meant to be go-Jules-go-go. There’s a gift within these gray January months, when signs of spring seem unforgivably absent.

Things are always moving, shifting, growing. Even when we can’t see it.

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Still so much love on my daily walks with UJ.

So in this time of unknowns, limitless possibility and quiet, I thought I’d share something ‘in between’ nothing and my normal blog posts.

Flaw-less

I watched a video last night of an artist sculpting

A face from clay.

She measured down the middle first

and pointed out

where the eyes should go.

Then she measured side to side

and explained the placement of

the nose

Depending on gender.

 

Now I’m watching a film

and

I’m seeing the angles

that should be invisible.

“I must be so smart

to see this,”

I think, patting myself on the back.

I feel my ego stroked

as I touch this back that can be measured

In inches and vertebrae

without ever truly knowing

The space in between.

February 26, 2018

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Blogging

A Departure

Go Jules Go

So I had this thing all buttoned up. A plan. I’m a Project Manager by trade – it’s what I do.

Today I was going to republish this post, my one truly somber blog post, in honor of my late boss and mentor, Carol, and in the spirit of Movember, the November ‘moustache’ campaign raising awareness for prostate cancer.

Because today is the second anniversary of her passing. From cancer.

But as we all know, life doesn’t always go as planned, and yesterday I wrote something else. I think Carol would rather see this up here instead.

So thanks for indulging me, and stay tuned for the usual shenanigans resuming later this week… like, say, another ‘stache glasses giveaway?

A Return

I was 7 years old
when I said
the color green
reminded me of
Grass,
Money,
Trees.

Now I know I meant
Life,
Prosperity,
Home.

For many years after that
I said I loved
purple,
But I never wanted to wear it.

A few weeks ago,
I took a sip
from a green straw,

and I saw
the girl I left behind,
the one who wanted
nothing more
than to explore.

So I went and I stood
in the grass,
among the trees,
Still,
as one,
Feet firmly planted,
eyes skyward,
Reclaiming
my favorite color.

November 18, 2012