March 26, 2008

LAST YEAR AROUND THIS TIME, SOMEWHERE IN ARIZONA,
JESUS & I WERE CONFUSED, AND A BIT CONCERNED:
Jesus What

Been in Southern California since late January.
The goal was to focus on health/train MMA
and write extensively for the first time in a couple years.
Feelin’ like a solid million bucks,
but this entry makes up a large percentage
of the writing I’ve accomplished here.
Been surrounded by too many good folks and great times to
churn out more than the one whole and two half pieces
now alive on my desktop.

Had one of those moments this morning
where I realize I’m living, not surviving.
Woke up at 6am to box and workout on the beach
with a couple of fight instructors (who may or may not be human)
and a crew of other students.
As I snatched heavy kettle bells into the air
and the sun cut through fog
dolphins jumped in and out of the water over and over.

It made me laugh out loud.
I knew if I wrote it down
poetry fans would be very disappointed
in my progress.
For now though,
it’s dolphins and beach.

Mostly, Worthy
P.S. I got turned on to that kettle bell boxing class
by a guy named Ross Szabo who wrote a book called Behind Happy Faces .
None of us are strangers to physiological disorders manifesting from psychological roots.
Not all of us acknowledge and act strongly to make it right.
I sure like what Ross is saying to his students, and appreciate his vulnerability.