I woke up today
Surrounded by madness
It’s never enough
Consumerism sadness
Driving the world
Promising happiness
Buying these things
To cover the darkness
Leaving a trail
That’s empty and callous
Hungry for more
We search for wholeness
Out in the world
Getting lost in the process
Refusing to look
Inward for greatness
Discovering in ourselves
The courage to face this.
Growing with my Son
A child changes a man.
Making him older and younger all at once.
It reminds him of his heritage and legacy
while rediscovering play and his inner child.
It’a a unique time, to grow in both directions.
A time to be savored, cherished, loved.
Embraced.
A child shifts a man’s perspective
From changing the world to raising a family.
It puts what is truly important into focus
Maybe for the first time…
And every time you see a smile, a look of wonder.
It’s wonderful.
A child completes a man
It makes him whole by
Uniting his life across time.
The boy with the man,
The adventurer with the provider,
The magical with reason.
A child makes him a Dad.
I remember our first night like it was yesterday.
In that moment I saw you for the first time,
Beautiful. Free. Magnetic,
I was drawn to you, more than I knew.
Taking your hand, our journey began
Making the world feel brand new.
I remember our first day as husband and wife.
I saw you in all your glory,
Excited. Whole. Electric,
As we bound ourselves together, forever.
Taking your hand, our lives began
Making each day feel brand new.
starlit sky covering
all that is gray
shrouding this blandness
with your deception
creating the mysterious
out of the ordinary
offering hope that more
is hiding out there
…just out of sight and out of reach
this elusive fantasy remains
real until it is seen
and is then lost forever
it’s mythology cut
apart with truth
exposed for what it is
…false hopes and dreams
Copyright © 2013 Cole Bradburn
Today’s post is from my friend Jim Lien. He writes over at Jim’s Primal Suit, and is the developer/programmer behind Is It Paleo and Carbhacker. You can follow him on twitter here.
An app to calculate carb calorie offsets with squats
This post helps to clarify some of the physics and math put into a new app I developed called CarbHacker, which is a carb calorie burning estimator. It may seem like a little bit of hocus pocus, but there is a good amount of math and logic backing the app. Plus it doesn’t hurt that some fitness gurus like Tim Ferriss and Mark Sisson have covered the topic similarly, although without the math behind it. This post covers just one part of the app’s assumptions regarding work and muscular contraction.
Once upon a time there was this magical place in history. People called it “the Eighties.” What made it magical you ask? Colors were bright, hair was big, and games were 8-bit.
At the time, I didn’t know that I was living in what would become the golden age of videogames. I don’t think any of us knew, it just sort of happened around us. Here’s a trip back to that plaid couch in my basement; stomping on Goomba’s, drawing out maps, and eating pizza rolls all while listening to the wonderful bleeps and bloops of chiptune music.
Controller Perfection.
I know I risk sounding like the old codger here who “gamed uphill both ways barefoot in 5 feet of snow,” but I still think simple, linear games on the Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) were superior. You had a clear purpose (that generally involved running from left to right), and limited attempts to accomplish that purpose. The message that the games were sending was clear. Either adapt and improve, or die trying. No fluff, just your skill, two buttons, and a D-pad. Which brings me to my next point…
photo courtesy of gary’s images
Time marches on without feeling or pause
Steadily bringing about a changing of the guard.
Greens turn brown, and trees become naked
All is cold and barren but not forgotten.
For Life marches on, just under the surface
Without care or worry of what happens above.
Waiting and growing, for it’s time is near
To rise again and color the Earth
Signifying a season of rebirth.
On and on it goes, you see
Time and Life have a sense of irony.
Beholden to each other
Yet in constant struggle
Until they learn to march hand in hand.
This morning as I was sitting down to write I was reminded how easy it is to focus on things we should be doing for positive outcomes instead of addressing our belief system. Applying that thought to health, I came up with this:
Do you have any beliefs about health to share? Any you need to discard? Leave them in the comments so we can continue the discussion.
I can see you changing, little man.
Each day you are full of new wonders and discoveries.
A smile,
A laugh,
A look of recognition.
These milestones both break and warm my heart
As I realize there are so many moments now past.
They are recorded in a baby blue book full of your pictures
In an attempt to preserve their freshness.
I have to remember to keep looking forward.
There’s so much to see, so much to miss if
I’m not here, fully, with you in the present.
You enchant me, little man.
Staring into your bright blue eyes
Calms my impatient soul.
Hours pass in mere minutes.
You’ve taught me to be still, and to revel in it.
For time is much more fleeting than I ever knew,
Now documented in inches and pounds.
They seem to pass faster than days.
In this stillness, I try to will time to stop
So we can stay together.
I know it is futile; I’m simply not ready to let go.
Something wants to leap out of my heart,
yet I am not knowing what it is.
It is pure, powerful, and has always been present
especially on this night
at this time
staring up at this sky.
I am left feeling small, feeling overwhelmed
feeling moved, feeling significantly insignificant
in this great world that is longing for what is in my heart.
For it’s purity
for it’s power
for it’s omnipresence, it’s connectedness.
Maybe it is this night, and this night only
that I seek it
that I glimpse it
that I realize it is a vision inside me.
I have been searching in the wrong places with the wrong eyes
afraid to open my heart, that it may leap out and be gone,
leaving this shell without feeling, without purpose however unknown.
powerless.
Oh if that were true, yet I know it cannot be.
I cannot wait another year, far too many are now passed
and with each it takes longer to find.
Oh, that it may live in my heart forever
radiating purely,
powerfully,
purposefully.
Christmas, the miracle of birth
of Hope
of Love
of Salvation.
Open my heart, my eyes
Unlock my passion, my purpose
That I may share it with the world all year long.
Copyright © 2011 Cole Bradburn
