where do I go?

and often times as we pass the homeless man on the corner that is holding the cardboard sign, we doubt his authenticity.
are we authentic people?
do we care about ourselves or others more?
I feel a tug, a pull.
What is it I need to do more in my life?
What if i set out on a journey to find out. will the lost get found?
seems like we should be doing this on a daily basis.



for Kelli

one more day

and how would I spend it?

smile at everyone.
sing at the top of my lungs in the car. with the windows down. even at a stoplight.with hand motions if I felt like it.
take a long walk and stop for ice cream. doc too, of course.
thank God for everything .and everyone.
sing silly songs to Brody.give him the raspberries on his belly.
ignore the wrinkles in that mirror.
use real sugar in my morning coffee.
tell a joke and remember the punch line.
say I love you many many times.

cry a little, but mostly love a lot.