Challenge Yourself

December 9, 2018

My Friend Gene Is Rather Extraordinary…

Gene Gurkoff is the founder of Charity Miles ( and shared his idea for a monthly self-challenge. I think it’s a great idea.

“This morning, after I finished my run, I joined the local pickup ice hockey game in my neighborhood.

I’ve never played ice hockey before. I can probably count the number of times I’ve ice skated on one hand. (Luckily the rink had skates and a stick for me.)

I was pretty nervous as I put my rental skates on and saw the other guys playing. They all knew what they were doing. As I learned later, a few of them played in college.

I only grew more nervous as I waited my turn in the pickup rotation. These guys were fast, graceful and powerful. Each time they slammed into the boards, my chest grew tighter.

As one guy would signal that he was ready to take a break, another guy would step over the boards to take his place.

They all did that so easily. One leg over, then the other. Like you see on TV.

When it was my turn to take the ice, I hoisted myself over the boards on my stomach like a beached whale.

Then I took two steps on my skates, fell up into the air like a taco, and landed flat on my butt. Just like you’d see in the movies.

I was mortified. And I felt terrible about crashing (literally) their pickup game.

Fortunately, the guys were all very friendly. One of them picked me up. Asked if I was okay, and told me not to worry about it.

Then I got my skates under me, and just played.

Not well. But I played.

I made a few good defensive stops and some good passes. I even had 2 assists. And I almost scored a goal.

It was so much fun! I’m going to try to play every weekend this winter 🙂

Every Saturday last winter, I’d walk past these guys playing hockey. I’d think to myself: That looks like fun. I should try that.

But I never did. Because I was too comfortable in my running routine. And, if I’m being totally honest with myself, I was also scared.

So this week, I decided: F that! (Pardon my french.)

What’s the worst that can happen?

(Aren’t I always spouting off about the importance of getting out of your comfort zone.)

So this morning, I woke up a bit earlier, got in my run, and headed out to the rink.

I’m so glad I did. And I hope you’ll all join me by doing something new, exciting and maybe even a little bit scary too!



P.S. They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. But as I turn 40 this month, I’m determined to test the hell out of that theory.

My “resolution” for my 40th year is to try something new every month.

A new sport, a new food, a new book, a new workout, a new hobby.

Something new. Every month.

I’m looking for ideas…”


Thankfulness and The Holidays—Stay Tuned!

December 5, 2018

A Soft Voice In A Noisy World

As much as Parkinson’s disease tests my day, it does not define my existence. My illness is a part of me, much like my hair color and my bushy eyebrows. It is always with me, but I do not embrace it– nor do I curse it—it just is.

The luxury of time and slow mild progression, if any, has allowed me to use Parkinson’s as a platform. For over ten years, the three-hundred plus blog posts in my archive of blog posts on continues to be a resource for information seekers.

What was once a straight-forward blog devoted to Parkinson’s disease encouragement suddenly evolved into a somewhat popular published book in 2012, A Soft Voice in a Noisy World: A Guide to Dealing and Healing with Parkinson’s Disease, became a reality. For a self-published non-fiction book by a first-time author, the book was surprisingly well-received and graciously promoted…

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November hymnal (22)

November 22, 2018

More wonderfulness from @jeffschwaner
“Questions without punctuation
Like love poems which will find answers only
When they reach the wrong person
In another language…”

Translations from the English

November hymnal (22)

So, after gratitude: the third part of autumn.
Questions without punctuation

Like love poems which will find answers only
When they reach the wrong person

In another language. Then the late slant
Of sun appears to end a sentence

Without words. No hope of early release.
The moon is balanced on the sky’s highest

Tent pole, just above the bear on the bicycle.
But nobody sees the bicycle. Suddenly

In the night’s back third we’re all up there
Clutching the ring to our parachutes

In the diffident cold, like all the stars
And no less courageous for it, our panic

Making a shape for strangers
Holding hands below.

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November 3, 2018

Dancing Echoes


Grace does not come easily. It is a product of hard work and rugged determination. It is the steadfast willingness to move through the pain without blame, shame or disappointment. It is the ability to drown out the noise and attack life with laser like focus. It is the resolve to rise above the messiness of all that is human and embrace all that is beautiful. 

To keep my shit
In one sock

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #159: Rugged

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Summer’s last thunderstorm

September 21, 2018

Translations from the English


Summer’s last thunderstorm

Nineteenth of September, nearly supper.
First the trees start whispering questions.

Leaves swerve to ground like practice seasons.
Is nothing too green for grief, the trees ask.

The answer scrapes the top of the sky.
Bulldozer uprooting forever for the new estates.

Is it over? Almost. It’s almost over.
Then rain, soft, like em-dashes

Between invisible words, unspoken charters.
Whatever they are building up there

Has been redacted already in the unseen
Document of the future, what’s left

Of our uncomposed lives. Word on the tip
Of the tongue in a mouth that closes.

Like clouds closing on a patch of blue.
The thunder has forgotten its voice

Is summer’s, and throttles like a biker
Down a darkening road.

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September 8, 2018

Dancing Echoes

As the details
Of a life become a blur
The bigger picture
Becomes more clear

In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #151: Detail

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Travelling – my Uncertainity principle.

September 3, 2018


Every way has seredipity to say,
Every stone splits alone,
To all those who wonder wander travel,
To all those who never know how to settle,
The only profession I know is to travel,
Into the wild, the mountains, the skyline
I announce, Change is my only divine.

– Niharika Singh ( Misha Thakur)

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🙂 cheers to all who can relate.

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Exile (with recording)

September 3, 2018

O at the Edges



Having abandoned one, I claim the other.

Rain speckles the driveway.

Solitude pays its toll with unmet expectations,
thunder receding, clouds shriveling to dust.

The mockingbird chirrs its cricket tune
before flying to a higher perch.

What you call home I call diminishment.

What you surrender, I bundle and mail to strangers.


“Exile” last appeared here in May 2017.

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Giving back . . . . .

August 28, 2018

Walking around America

Across the Land is pleased to announce it has awarded it’s third annual cash award of $1000 to a family struggling from the affects of sickness or disability.

Across the Land is not a nonprofit entity, but is an individual that feels like he has been given much in his lifetime, and wants to give back.

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Your death day, August 23rd: Imagined conversation 67 — jmgoyder

August 23, 2018

Anthony: Hi, Jules. Me: Hi, Ants. Anthony: Happy anniversary. Me: Not funny. Anthony: So how did my first deathday go? Me: Unexpectedly undramatic actually. I mean the sky didn’t fall in and it was a sunny day. Ming and I went to your grave and placed camellia branches just in front of the cross with […]

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