My Workout > Yours

This is where I worked out this morning (on a ridge top in Santa Fe, NM)

Pros:

• Temp. felt like a pleasant 75 degrees
• Cool mountain breeze blowing across the hilltop patio
• Indescribably beautiful scenery
• Short walk down the hill to the place we're staying

Cons:

• Altitude (higher elevation than Denver) = six-minute workout had me breathing like I'd just completed the Boston marathon at Kenyan speed.

Time to head back down the hill, shower, curl up on the couch, and get back to the Love family vacation (sans agenda, schedule, or sure date of departure).

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You know you teach writing when...

books like these arrive in the mail and you feel like Christmas has made an early arrival.

Thirty-Two

32
When just sixteen, I knew it all;
   by twenty-one, I'd learned the rest.

At thirty-two, I have the grace
   to forgive youthful foolishness.

All Things Breathed Into Being

A poem I've worked on lately...

All things breathed into being,

God crowned creation with approval

yet was not satisfied 

to charge the man, 

"take dominion alone."

So from dusty flesh

He formed her,

she who would be

more a part of man removed

than when she was his rib.

He knew her.

She knew him.

Both were known.

I've known you.

You've known me.

We've both been known.

But prone to wander alone,

we go apple-picking where

Serpents lie,

and in our fig-leaved solitude,

one flesh begins to feel as two.

Oh, to shed concealments

born in shame and lack of faith,

souls, thereby, freed to mingle.

Oh, flesh of my flesh, 

bone of my bone,

to be naked and unashamed!