A meditation on brokenness

Am I more broken?

How does one compare such things?

I can hear the rain

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A Rainy Night Haiku

Wind blows in darkness
Rain forces it’s way downward
Flowing over leaves


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A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku

Another grey day

Rainfall has moistened the ground

Watching memories


It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day. 

Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties. 

A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.