When A Story Creates Headlocks and Dropkicks Stories have a way of drawing me in close like a headlock… and every now and then, pushing you right back out, like a dropkick. Elizabeth Gilbert does that to me. One minute she’s got me in a headlock… completely pulled into the moment, and the next, she’ll …
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The Son of the Angry One
What's in a name? "That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet I came across something the other day about my last name—Ferguson. It’s an Anglicized version of the Scots Gaelic Macfhearghus, often translated as “son of the angry one”… or “son of the …
Holding Hands
Hearts Resting Safely In Willing Hands... I once heard a wedding vow that gave me pause …it was: “For as long as you want me… I’m yours.”― Kahlen Aymes At first, it sounded simple. Almost casual. But the more I sat with it, the more it settled over me like still water, calm, clear, undisturbed. It …
Tricks old dogs can learn
There are some things we learn from books and there are things life teaches us. One can assume is that the longer you live the more you'll learn. But, can you teach an old dog a new trick? I believe the answer is yes....we old dogs can learn new tricks....well, some of us. With age …
A Still Boat
Note For years, I written The Bowlegged Blogger... writing about motion. The rhythm of swimming, biking, running, and finding myself through movement. But lately, the miles have slowed (thanks to a new hip and cranky knees), and life's lessons have taken on a different effort. I used to measure myself by distance and time; now …
Four things to say…to someone you love
Before It’s Too Late At some point, we all have those big, emotional moments when we realize we should probably say something meaningful to the people we love. Unfortunately, those moments often come at dramatic, times—at hospital bedsides, during teary airport goodbyes, or after saying something you wish you'd never said. But here’s a thought: …
Grandmomma Rozzy’s Scarf
Izzy and The Cliffs of Moher The wind danced wild on Ireland’s shore,Where ocean waves in thunder roar.Izzy stood on the cliffs so high,Beneath a vast and endless sky. Wrapped in warmth, a scarf so fine,A gift of love, a treasured sign.Grandmomma Rozzy’s woven thread,Lay soft beneath her golden head. The sunlight spilled in golden …
The Bow Legged Blogger 