I wrote this poem while sitting in a golf cart in Palm Springs this weekend. Normally, I would have been out walking, exploring, moving around, doing something. Instead, I found myself sitting still again, watching from the sidelines. That’s become a familiar feeling lately. Ever since rupturing my Achilles tendon, life has slowed down in ways I wasn’t prepared for. Even though I’m now in the recovery phase, I still can’t walk, and that reality has been frustrating in wa

A few weeks ago, I ruptured my Achilles tendon. One moment, life was normal. The next, everything slowed to a halt. What surprised me most wasn’t even the pain, it was the stillness that came afterward. Suddenly, something as simple as walking became difficult. Getting up, moving around, exercising, taking the dogs for long walks… all of it stopped overnight. And when you’re forced to stop, you realize how much movement means to you. Not just physically, but mentally. There’s

I’ve always liked clouds. Sometimes I’ll just sit and watch them drift by. No real purpose, just watching. The way they move, the way they shift and reshape themselves, it’s one of the simplest things in nature, but also one of the most beautiful. They don’t seem to try. They go where they’re carried. They just… exist. There’s something about that kind of freedom that’s hard not to notice. No expectations. No responsibilities. No need to be anything other than what they are i