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  1. Make a Game of Life

    In North Loup, Nebraska, where I spent my boyhood summers with my grandfather, the television pulled one signal out of the sky, channel 10/11, and when the picture dissolved into snow the day still had eight hours left in it. A boy in a town like that learns the oldest technology on earth. Boredom is a raw material. A long afternoon wants shape, and shape comes from rules: the stick is a bat because we agree it is, the crack in the walk is a foul line because we say so, the score matters because we decide it matters. Nobody sold us that afternoon. We manufactured it ourselves, on the spot, out of dust and agreement, and the dust became the best part of the summer. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/09/15/make

  2. Make a Game of Life

    In North Loup, Nebraska, where I spent my boyhood summers with my grandfather, the television pulled one signal out of the sky, channel 10/11, and when the picture dissolved into snow the day still had eight hours left in it. A boy in a town like that learns the oldest technology on earth. Boredom is a raw material. A long afternoon wants shape, and shape comes from rules: the stick is a bat because we agree it is, the crack in the walk is a foul line because we say so, the score matters because we decide it matters. Nobody sold us that afternoon. We manufactured it ourselves, on the spot, out of dust and agreement, and the dust became the best part of the summer. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/09/15/make

  3. Make a Game of Life

    In North Loup, Nebraska, where I spent my boyhood summers with my grandfather, the television pulled one signal out of the sky, channel 10/11, and when the picture dissolved into snow the day still had eight hours left in it. A boy in a town like that learns the oldest technology on earth. Boredom is a raw material. A long afternoon wants shape, and shape comes from rules: the stick is a bat because we agree it is, the crack in the walk is a foul line because we say so, the score matters because we decide it matters. Nobody sold us that afternoon. We manufactured it ourselves, on the spot, out of dust and agreement, and the dust became the best part of the summer. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/09/15/make

  4. Make a Game of Life

    In North Loup, Nebraska, where I spent my boyhood summers with my grandfather, the television pulled one signal out of the sky, channel 10/11, and when the picture dissolved into snow the day still had eight hours left in it. A boy in a town like that learns the oldest technology on earth. Boredom is a raw material. A long afternoon wants shape, and shape comes from rules: the stick is a bat because we agree it is, the crack in the walk is a foul line because we say so, the score matters because we decide it matters. Nobody sold us that afternoon. We manufactured it ourselves, on the spot, out of dust and agreement, and the dust became the best part of the summer. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/09/15/make

  5. Make a Game of Life

    In North Loup, Nebraska, where I spent my boyhood summers with my grandfather, the television pulled one signal out of the sky, channel 10/11, and when the picture dissolved into snow the day still had eight hours left in it. A boy in a town like that learns the oldest technology on earth. Boredom is a raw material. A long afternoon wants shape, and shape comes from rules: the stick is a bat because we agree it is, the crack in the walk is a foul line because we say so, the score matters because we decide it matters. Nobody sold us that afternoon. We manufactured it ourselves, on the spot, out of dust and agreement, and the dust became the best part of the summer. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/09/15/make

  6. I survived six unbroken years of relentless skin hunger and daily torment without an easy out. Through brutal days of waking agony and nights of heavy, forced sedation, ignored and dismissed by the world, I am still here standing my ground.

    #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #life #strength #journey #mindset #truth #reality #growth #focus #patience #hope #time #peace

  7. I survived six unbroken years of relentless skin hunger and daily torment without an easy out. Through brutal days of waking agony and nights of heavy, forced sedation, ignored and dismissed by the world, I am still here standing my ground.

    #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #life #strength #journey #mindset #truth #reality #growth #focus #patience #hope #time #peace

  8. I survived six unbroken years of relentless skin hunger and daily torment without an easy out. Through brutal days of waking agony and nights of heavy, forced sedation, ignored and dismissed by the world, I am still here standing my ground.

    #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #life #strength #journey #mindset #truth #reality #growth #focus #patience #hope #time #peace

  9. I survived six unbroken years of relentless skin hunger and daily torment without an easy out. Through brutal days of waking agony and nights of heavy, forced sedation, ignored and dismissed by the world, I am still here standing my ground.

    #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #life #strength #journey #mindset #truth #reality #growth #focus #patience #hope #time #peace

  10. I survived six unbroken years of relentless skin hunger and daily torment without an easy out. Through brutal days of waking agony and nights of heavy, forced sedation, ignored and dismissed by the world, I am still here standing my ground.

    #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #life #strength #journey #mindset #truth #reality #growth #focus #patience #hope #time #peace

  11. Glitch

    aeropuerta by kmls
    flights are grounded
    my wings are clipped
    i need to wait a little
    longer to start this trip

    my future connection
    could be in jeopardy
    it might be a while
    before we're set free

    the whims of the divine
    are all part of the plan
    my life's trajectory is
    not in my hands

    so i will wait patiently
    for the Control Tower's nod
    and match my flight to the wind of an all-knowing God

    August 15, 2015

    #clippedWings #ContemplativePoetry #controlTower #delayedJourney #discernment #divineTiming #Faith #flightMetaphor #Flying #futureUncertainty #God #GodSPlan #grounded #Hope #Journey #lifeTrajectory #Obedience #Patience #pilgrimage #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Prayer #Providence #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #surrender #Travel #Trust #TrustGod #trustingTheProcess #Waiting #windOfGod #Writing
  12. Pace

    Often I find myself stuck
    between the slow
    and the fast,
    fitting into neither,
    stumbling,
    never finding
    a comfortable
    pace.

    I am impatient
    with those ahead of me,
    whose slow progress
    impedes my attempts
    to reach my destination.

    I am angry at those
    pushing me from behind,
    so concerned with
    reaching their goal
    that I am just another
    obstacle in their way.

    I must remember
    that at times I have
    been both.

    It is the engine within,
    not the speed of those
    I encounter on the road,
    that drives me to anger
    and impatience.

    O Divine Driver,
    Grant that I might have a
    more compassionate
    awareness on this
    journey.

    August 2, 2015
    #Pace #Awareness #breathingRoom #burnout #ContemplativePoetry #contemporaryPoetry #dailyLife #findingBalance #hurry #innerPeace #livingGently #mindfulLiving #movingForward #Patience #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Rest #rhythmOfLife #sacredPause #SlowingDown #SpiritualReflection #stillness #takingTime #Writing
  13. The Silver Strand

    returning 
    to the car
    i see
    a silver strand
    intent on
    capturing me

    i was gone
    but a moment
    yet the spider
    did spin
    from the mirror
    across the window
    to lure
    me in

    it seems
    this small one
    dreams of
    bigger prey
    so too I
    if to my path
    I stay

    this bit
    of web
    is a
    flimsy thing
    but if
    I cast
    it not
    i snare
    nothing

    July 2, 2016

    #2016Poem #ambition #backyardPoetry #carMirror #creativeLife #Creativity #everydayMiracles #freeVerse #humbleBeginnings #JulyPoem #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #metaphor #Mindfulness #naturePoem #observation #path #Patience #Perseverance #persistence #poem #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #Purpose #reflection #shortPoem #silverStrand #smallWonders #spiderWeb #SpiritualReflection #web #WordPressTagsSpider #Writing #writingLife
  14. Highway Adoption

    The truck ahead of me has a bumper sticker that says “Stay in your lane.”

    At first blush – good advice. But further introspection reveals a flaw. In truth, the lane I am currently in is not my own. Nor is the lane you are in yours either. None of us can lay claim to these streets. At least not individually. Contrary to popular belief, we are a collective.

    Perhaps a truer bumper sticker is the one that says “Share the road.”

    Namely, the entire road is for all. The lane I am in is not MY lane. It is available to anyone else who needs it. You are welcome in the lane I am in, and I hope that I am welcome in the one you are in.

    Alas, too often I forget this truth. I am too quick with my tongue or horn and too slow with a kind gesture.

    So come on over.

    You are welcome here in this lane as well.

    No schedule. No perceived deadline for my ETA. No stress or emotional attachment to the human construct of time. No amount of hubris or disdain.

    Nothing is worth the destruction of a hospitable spirit while one is driving.

    July 7, 2014

    #collectiveHumanity #communalLife #compassion #ContemplativeArt #drivingMeditation #everydaySpirituality #futuristicArt #futuristicHighway #Hospitality #humanConnection #Humility #Kindness #neonCity #Patience #peace #publicSpace #roadMetaphor #roadRage #sciFiIllustration #shareTheRoad #socialCommentary #SpiritualReflection #stayInYourLane #timeAndStress #WElcome #WordPressTagsSurrealArt #Writing