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The Accidental Phone Call

She misdialed a number, she said,
but not really.

So we reminisced about old times,
the good work we did together,
where our coworkers are,
what our children are doing.

Organizations end,
but relationships don’t have to.
I can do better at staying connected.

I can be more intentional,
while at the same time
knowing that
on this journey
there are no
accidental phone calls.

August 10, 2015

The Accidental Phone Call

She misdialed a number, she said,
but not really.

So we reminisced about old times,
the good work we did together,
where our coworkers are,
what our children are doing.

Organizations end,
but relationships don’t have to.
I can do better at staying connected.

I can be more intentional,
while at the same time
knowing that
on this journey
there are no
accidental phone calls.

August 10, 2015

Worry Wart

The troubles of this passing day
weigh heavy on my head,
until I join the hollow-eyed,
the weary walking dead;
I stumble through the crumbling streets
where nameless fears are bred,
consumed by temoral things
and this mortal dread.

O, that this wart of worry
might be lifted from my head,
this small, persistent torment
on which my fears are fed;
that I might cease rehearsing
each bitter word unsaid,
and stop imagining sorrows
still waiting up ahead.

O, let me quit resisting
the road where I am led,
and trust the ground beneath me
though shadows o'er me spread,
for life is more than trembling
before the things I dread—
perhaps the path I fear to walk
leads to trust instead.

August 8, 2015 (exp. 2026)

Worry Wart

The troubles of this passing day
weigh heavy on my head,
until I join the hollow-eyed,
the weary walking dead;
I stumble through the crumbling streets
where nameless fears are bred,
consumed by temoral things
and this mortal dread.

O, that this wart of worry
might be lifted from my head,
this small, persistent torment
on which my fears are fed;
that I might cease rehearsing
each bitter word unsaid,
and stop imagining sorrows
still waiting up ahead.

O, let me quit resisting
the road where I am led,
and trust the ground beneath me
though shadows o'er me spread,
for life is more than trembling
before the things I dread—
perhaps the path I fear to walk
leads to trust instead.

August 8, 2015 (exp. 2026)

A BetTER Day

Independence has its day,
when o’er the skies fireworks display,
and dependence, too, is good,
as every tender spirit should

learn the grace of being held,
when pride is hushed, and fear is quelled.
But methinks we need another name,
a deeper word, a wider frame.

It happens after we let one IN,
past the surface, past the skin,
past the guarded gates we keep,
past the places where hurt runs deep.

In the space before DEPEND,
we see the other as vital friend,
all as branches from one tree,
as the grains of sand receive the sea.

Then add three letters, soft but true,
TER arrives and makes it new.
Not just me and not just thee,
but something born between the three.

In-TER-dependence names the art
of hand in hand and heart to heart,
while I am I, and you are you,
something sacred binds us too.

Independence stands alone,
dependence leans on flesh and bone,
but interdependence humbly sings:
we rise by sharing roots and wings.

July 4, 2015 (updated June 2026)

A BetTER Day

Independence has its day,
when o’er the skies fireworks display,
and dependence, too, is good,
as every tender spirit should

learn the grace of being held,
when pride is hushed, and fear is quelled.
But methinks we need another name,
a deeper word, a wider frame.

It happens after we let one IN,
past the surface, past the skin,
past the guarded gates we keep,
past the places where hurt runs deep.

In the space before DEPEND,
we see the other as vital friend,
all as branches from one tree,
as the grains of sand receive the sea.

Then add three letters, soft but true,
TER arrives and makes it new.
Not just me and not just thee,
but something born between the three.

In-TER-dependence names the art
of hand in hand and heart to heart,
while I am I, and you are you,
something sacred binds us too.

Independence stands alone,
dependence leans on flesh and bone,
but interdependence humbly sings:
we rise by sharing roots and wings.

July 4, 2015 (updated June 2026)

✮ An Ache That Pricks Even Thorns ✮

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This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

This Moment – Lost

a thought of beauty strikes me
and I must express it so

but as I reach to grasp it
it flutters away,

a moth,
a feather,
a small white bird
startled by the motion
of my wanting.

my hand closes
around nothing,

void,

and I stand there
foolish with longing,
as if the air itself
had promised me a gift
then taken it back.

and I weep
for the passing moment.

it will never come again.

not in that light,
not with that breath,
not with the same small door
opened briefly
between the soul
and the world.

May 8, 1987 (age 19) (Expanded and updated June 2026)

✮ Color of the Bone ✮

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✮ Tell Them ✮

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Looking back at these images, I am instantly transported to the time from late 2022 to mid-2024 when Aalborg was my home. It’s me here, taking it all in, reflecting on those days. Even though that period of my life was a hard one, I still remember Aalborg with so much joy. It truly is a lovely city, and these sights always bring a warmth to my heart.

It begins at Toldbod Plads, where history meets the Limfjord. Standing by the historic facades near the cozy John Bull Pub, you can truly feel the city’s harbor soul. But my heart always belonged to the Øgadekvarteret neighborhood and the presence of Sankt Markus Church.

I vividly remember the quiet strolls in Østre Anlæg, where the church stood as a majestic landmark, mirroring its elegant tower in the still water of the lake—a moment of pure architectural serenity amidst everyday life.

Even on a cold winter mornings, looking out over the snow-covered courtyard in the neighborhood, the church tower would peek over the rooftops like a faithful guardian.

These were the views that defined my home: a beautiful backdrop to a challenging time, and a city I will always remember with love.

#Memories #AalborgHome #SanktMarkusKirke #ToldbodPlads #OestreAnlaeg #Denmark #PoeticReflection #DanishArchitecture #WinterInDenmark #Home #StreetPhotography #VisitAalborg #2022to2024

Looking back at these images, I am instantly transported to the time from late 2022 to mid-2024 when Aalborg was my home. It’s me here, taking it all in, reflecting on those days. Even though that period of my life was a hard one, I still remember Aalborg with so much joy. It truly is a lovely city, and these sights always bring a warmth to my heart.

It begins at Toldbod Plads, where history meets the Limfjord. Standing by the historic facades near the cozy John Bull Pub, you can truly feel the city’s harbor soul. But my heart always belonged to the Øgadekvarteret neighborhood and the presence of Sankt Markus Church.

I vividly remember the quiet strolls in Østre Anlæg, where the church stood as a majestic landmark, mirroring its elegant tower in the still water of the lake—a moment of pure architectural serenity amidst everyday life.

Even on a cold winter mornings, looking out over the snow-covered courtyard in the neighborhood, the church tower would peek over the rooftops like a faithful guardian.

These were the views that defined my home: a beautiful backdrop to a challenging time, and a city I will always remember with love.

#Memories #AalborgHome #SanktMarkusKirke #ToldbodPlads #OestreAnlaeg #Denmark #PoeticReflection #DanishArchitecture #WinterInDenmark #Home #StreetPhotography #VisitAalborg #2022to2024