Words
To Be Seen
I haven't shared any writing for almost a year. I’ve been at my desk writing and writing but also hiding and hiding. And in all of my hiding I came across a beautiful description about my state of living. David Whyte writes in his book Consolations…
No One Is Coming
My head bows as I take the blow and I stare down at my feet as I feel the tears swell to the surface. The sounds in the room turn to white noise. I keep my head bowed as tears ride the waves of my cheekbones and chin before falling from the cliff of my face and onto the wooden floor between my legs.
Waiting For The Rain
Since I left the confines and conformity of elite sport and stepped outside, I’ve been sweaty and uncomfortable. The ickiness of the heat surprised me, I thought there would be a cool breeze blowing that would carry me off to the next great adventure of my life. But my weather prediction was far off. It’s a goddamn desert out here and I’m so poorly dressed.
Mirrors
The murky waters upstream started to clarify and a reflection emerged that brought me to this conclusion: Sport is a mirror of society - and at the moment the reflection isn’t great. It’s time to challenge the reflection in the mirror.
What is sport reflecting back at us? When we stand in front of the mirror, when we look at sport, what is it showing us about the world?
Words For Me
These words are just for me. If you stumble upon them, thank you for reading.
