“Air”
Dive to the bottom,
uncover secret darkness,
come up for a breath.
Posts about family, work, life, existential dread… the usual.
Dive to the bottom,
uncover secret darkness,
come up for a breath.
Unofficial greetings,
in impromptu playground games,
with hopes for new friends.
Steve D
Newness injection,
fresh ideas and faces,
for stimulation.
Steve D
Fleeting stopover,
seeing the sights in transit,
and a short return.
Steve D
Grit runs through fingers,
burying feet, hiding shells,
dig, pile, and smash.
Steve D
Carpet’s worth of fur,
extricated and disposed.
Open the windows.
Steve D
I unintentionally took a week off from this site, so we have some catching up to do.
June gave me some much-needed headspace in a lot of different ways. First, we had a destination wedding vacation with some family, but without our kids, which was a really nice change of pace. The boys had fun with my mom for a week, so they also had a change of pace. Then, we had an extended 4th of July holiday in our usual spot with a bunch of my wife’s family, which is a different sort of relaxation.
This all gave me a mental break from work that I’ve been putting off for ages, and also some quality time with my wife, and then also our kids. It also allowed me to do a lot of thinking without the pressure of everyday routines.
I finished four books in June, all audiobooks:
Honestly, I’ve read so much since late June that I had forgotten which books I had finished just a few weeks ago. Vacation time is also reading time.
No, but I got closer, and then had some distance from the pressures of writing. I thought about writing a lot, and I thought about what I wanted my next steps to be. Not what I thought I should do, or what would be expected of me.
That’s the trap I perpetually fall into — conflating what I think others expect of me with what I actually want for myself.
I won’t go into detail until I take some meaningful action, but a publishing plan is beginning to coalesce in my mind, one that hinges on me getting my self-publishing shit together, and also finishing these books in a reasonable timeframe.
Yes! We spent a week in Tenerife, Canary Islands for a destination wedding, a trip we had not planned on taking a year ago, but one where we could not pass up the opportunity to celebrate with family and visit somewhere new.
Then we spent six days at a family lakehouse with my wife’s siblings and cousins. The family has grown in the last year+, so our boys have some baby cousins to play with. And our oldest, turning six soon, has come out of his shell in a big way this year, and it was on full display on this vacation, when he tried all sorts of new things without the timidity he often showed as a toddler.
Overall, I’ve had a real chance to evaluate my priorities and refocus my attention where it’s needed most. I haven’t had exercise as an explicit goal in a couple months, yet I feel like I’ve been more active more consistently in recent weeks. Even just feeling like I’ve improved in this area is a good step forward.
For the moment, I’m focused on retaining my shifted priorities and not just reverting back to bad habits now that vacation time is over.
Steve D
I had a recent epiphany of sorts that I wanted to articulate somewhere… and what else is a blog for??
I had written a review of Of Monsters and Men’s second studio album, Beneath the Skin, in 2015. While I haven’t kept up with this band’s music of late (and I should really revisit them), this album has left a mark on my soul. Its storytelling power and lyrical imagery still sticks with me.
One song in particular, “Thousand Eyes” ends with an unforgettable climactic declaration by the narrator: “I am the storm… so wait.”
At the time, in the budding-adulthood tumult that can be your mid-twenties, I interpreted this statement as a threat — a warning to those who might wade into psychological or emotional depths with the narrator and find the chaos and rage of a storm at sea. It felt powerful and ominous.
Recently, however, it occurred to me that “I am the storm” does not merely have to mean that someone is a looming threat to others around them — bringers of a storm.
I think it could also mean to embody the storm, to constantly bear the torrent of emotions that could cloud your interactions with yourself or those around you. So yes, you might bring the storm unto others, but you yourself might also need to weather and endure your own storm.
I am the storm. I embody the storm. I endure the storm. As everyone does, in their way.
Perhaps this is a more meditative perspective to this expression, but it feels more complete to me now.
Steve D
Aqua-teal waves churn,
black stones a steadfast buttress,
to hold off the tide.
Steve D