Much done
once done
begin anew.
Half done
not done
begin anew.
Words said
deeds show
begin anew.
26 October 2015
The Shire
Manhattan, New York
Category Archives: Family
Done
For all who work
I give thanks this day for all who work –
whether that work is
paid or unpaid
honored or unrecognized
whether that work
earns a pay check or simply involves the day-to-day tasks of living
whether that work is
a labor of love
or somehow combines all of the above.
I give thanks for all who have lived and died
to protect the lives and rights of those who work.
I give thanks for all who live and give of themselves,
and risk themselves,
to make a better world for all who work.
I confess and grieve that the life I live,
the privilege and comfort I enjoy,
too often rests on the backs of brothers and sisters who work.
I recognize that all too often sisters and brothers work
in dangerous conditions, in situations where they are exploited, violated.
I pray that the day will come when all people have work to do
work that is safe and meaningful,
work that is honored and valued,
work that pays a wage that allows the workers
to provide a decent living for themselves and for their families.
I pray that I will receive the grace and the wisdom and the courage
to in some small way
make a contribution to the dawning of that day.
I give thanks this day for all who work.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Current Events, Family, Friends, Human Rights
The run – 15 August
The bandanna ran its first structured race. With my trainer Nicole, I ran in New York in support of a friend’s son who organized a 1-mile fundraising run in memory of his grandmother.
Purple flowers – guest collection #16
Essie Reinke and Eric Koenig
4 July 2015
Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens
Henrico, Virginia
Purple flowers – guest collection #15
Essie Reinke and Eric Koenig
4 July 2015
Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens
Henrico, Virginia
Purple flowers – guest collection #14
Essie Reinke and Eric Koenig
4 July 2015
Lewis Ginter Botanical Gardens
Henrico, Virginia
Wednesday morning subway ride
Inconsolable,
the child’s sobs
rip through me,
shredding my heart,
each anguished cry
a reminder of
past failings.
4 June 2015
The Shire
Manhattan, New York
The Meaning of Children: Later
My friend Mihee Kim-Kort is hosting a series on her First Day Walking blog that features stories from people in all walks of life and their observations of children and what they make us. Today she honored me by allowing me to share some reflections. Hope I didn’t embarrass anyone. Also, a big shout out to Mihee for calling me “seasoned” as she promoted the post on Twitter.
In May FDW is hosting a new series on stories from people in all walks of life and their observations of children and what they make us. Click here for more on the series and a list of the contributors. This post was written by friend and colleague Mark Koenig.
Every parent-child relationship is unique. As is every child-parent relationship. And every relationship between or among siblings. And every relationship within the web of family by choice and family by birth.
Affirming that, my words are descriptive, struggling to capture my unique reality. They neither prescribe nor proscribe. If they resonate with anyone else, provide insight or guidance, that’s grace.
I write as the father of two men. My older son is 32; my younger son 27. My sons, at this and every age. My children. Looking back across the years, I find a number of dimensions of meaning in…
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The Meaning of Children: Letter to Jonathan
In May, my friend Mihee Kim-Kort is hosting a series on her blog, First Day Walking, that features stories from people in many walks of life and their observations of children and what they make us. All the posts are amazing. Here, my friend Larissa Kwong Abazia, vice-moderator of the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) shares part a letter she is writing to her son Jonathan about facing breast cancer. The courage, grace, faith, hope, and love of Jonathan, Dan, and Larissa move and inspire me.
In May FDW is hosting a new series on stories from people in all walks of life and their observations of children and what they make us. Click here for more on the series and a list of the contributors. This post was written by my wonderful and beautiful friend Larissa Kwong Abazia. So honored to have her here.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in February 2015. This is a portion of a letter I’ve been writing to my three year old son, Jonathan.
Dear Jonathan,
I’m writing you this letter trusting that I will be around to see your first day of kindergarten, watch you graduate from high school, and be a part of every single step in-between (and after!). Writing to you during a time that you may or may not remember is important to me. I want you to know how you are an important part of…
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