The clash is the cost of the comfort.
I wake up. I thank God for a new day. I place my stainless steel kettle, on my cast iron, double burner, preparing water for tea. My kitchen window is a frame for a hibiscus hedge. They create a view of lush green leaves and red flowers. It could be worse. It’s no longer the meadow, where I watched horses and foal wander aimlessly, grazing. They were pieces, of my picturesque puzzle, of Costa Rica. From the pioneer days. A time when no one wanted to be in Potrero. They called our pueblo, the Bronx. Some, simply have no vision. Continue reading “Culture Crack Up/Comfort”
These are the people that I have been working out around (not with) for about three months now. Today, is my last day here in CR. I have one more work out at 9 o’clock. I look forward to it. I feel the froth.
I have competed in the Open, this year. My coach suggested it, and I said sure. Right now I’m #1 in the country. I looked at Florida’s leader board and I would be way down in the rankings. But I’m not there, so I’m enjoying it. Continue reading “My Crossfit Crew”
for Juliann, January 4th, 2018
The full moon loomed. She was a creature of the night. She was an intricate piece of the jungle puzzle. She was Juliann.
I have never seen such a narrow coffin. A small glass, over her face, in a closed casket, for her viewing. I made myself move slowly to see her; to say my good bye. Continue reading “Out of Order”
Is he a dramatic man living in a simple world? Or is he a simple man living in a dramatic world?
We’re all dealt a hand. It’s up to us, how we play it.
I wish I knew then what I know now – because – then is NOW!
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: modern Latin, from musculus latissimus dorsi, literally ‘broadest muscle of the back.’
I like this photo. Not because the waves is huge and surfer is in the “money shot”, but because of his muscles. I admire how his lats are stressed and defined. Surfers have great bodies. Continue reading “Lats”