So, why can't I write? Writers block?

"I must write!," I'm thinking in my early morning walk. "I must write!" Is it a foul mood that has overtaken my heart? Spiritual opposition? I don't feel depressed, though maybe diminished in mental acuity by age and the desensitizing avalanche of words all around me. So, I must write; and write I will.

Yes, it is a battle of will, of priority, of necessity. All the wonderful issues and articles and books which clog my mind and, yet, remain unwritten must push their way through the detritus of everyday responsibilities and fly into some form of accessible print. Those factoids and anecdotes, those truths unexplored and unexpounded are building up pressure to soon burst forth from the mind's source-pipe.

May it be so!

Enough with scribbled notes and digital text-file outlines! On to the main course!

May it be so!

Countdown: 30 days to go

OK; so I'm out of the heavy-duty black beauty walking cast. I'm walking with a limp and some pain in every step. BUT, I'm walking. Now, I've got thirty (30) days, and counting down, before going on a long, strenuous, strategic trip. Daily strengthening exercises and crud/scar tissue breaking manipulation are part of my routine. "O Lord," I pray, "please protect and strengthen my Achilles and leg to achieve 'normalcy' for this trip." I long to be able to walk long distances without limp or pain and swelling.

I need to get out of the mode of wanting to protect and manage everyone's experience on the trip, to become a participant and sponge for learning new things myself. May it be so.

Merry Christmas 2006

This is the warmest Christmas season weather that I remember! So, it's a good reminder to give warmest Christmas wishes to everyone out there in cyberspace.

Merry Christmas

Graduating to "Black Beauty"

So, I have graduated from the hard plaster cast to the "Black Beauty": this fine, right lower leg prison made of aluminum, hard rubber, foam pads, and lots of Velcro. This is my second journey along the path toward recovery from a ruptured Achilles' tendon. In God's time, it will heal. Then, I will be liberated to once again walk and, perhaps, run independently of an exoskeletal servant.

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This is an original posting for this blog. It may be baloney (or spelling= "bologna"); but, it's MY baloney.