Author Archive > Jesse Kepka

Remembering the freedoms…

 
It was that day in July when the weather was anything but July-like. The breeze was almost too cool, but hadn’t yet crossed the line. The sun was soon to set as I sat on the front, cement step. I had sat there before, but never for a long enough period of time to notice [...]

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Power in Spirit

 
I lay awake at night and marvel at the artistic genius of the human body. You can’t go through something like pregnancy and delivery and the days following without being in complete awe and realization that we are made with beautiful and purposeful detail. I’m certain I’m incapable of making known these thoughts with words [...]

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daisies and dancing

 
calm, clear, addicting caress, stationary, star-filled, serenity.
i can feel the soft ripple
of the water move over my skin and it makes me
howl
in both sadness and joy.
i tell it to unearth everything unbalanced and it complies on the condition of favors.
i must visit often. i must hold on to the intense peace and hear my breath.
and [...]

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Tom Petty knows…

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part    -Tom Petty, The Waiting

 
Some thoughts for the day:
 
I decided I have no idea how to wait for something when I have no idea what that something is because [...]

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No Title

 
The wind is conducting a perfect orchestra with my wind chimes this morning. At first I worried it would bother the neighbors…and then I got over it.
 
I’m on the prowl for an idea for this giant canvas we bought to be placed over our very own fireplace. (The excitement the newness brings is still fairly potent.) I [...]

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I need some fog lights.

 
Ahhh, nap time. I wish I could remember the point in my life where nap time became a wonderful treasure as opposed to something I dreaded as a kid. It seems there’s a trade-off, however, and I’m not sure it’s worth it – sleeping in late. Ever since I became a vessel for life I [...]

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‘B’ is for babble

Oh good gracious! I’ve been so preoccupied with cursing the world for not allowing me to bilocate, fighting off labor terror and coping with my inability to tear my eyes away from my books that I missed the birthday of the wonderful Billy Collins! It was this past Sunday, which was also my sister’s-in-law birthday. [...]

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Inspire me.

 
A while back I had this delightful surprise in my inbox from a family member. I’ve been meaning to share it with you, gracious reader. 
 
The Artist
A tribute to a dying day
was hung upon the wall.
In a hallowed spot it caught the
thought of every passer by.
A common sight, familiar light
held motionless in time.
Color put to canvas
brought [...]

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Well what’d'ya’know…life goes on.

 
I’m alive, astonishingly so. There’s little hope when you find yourself flattened on the frozen pavement by a collision-hungry semi going 90 mph. I can’t remember the last time I was knocked so hard on my tookus by a measly cold virus. I believe at one point, probably 3am when I’m struggling to breathe and [...]

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“Disturbia” is playing on repeat in my head…

 
…that can’t be good, omen-wise.
 
I must say, this home-buying business is more intense than expected. I can’t seem to concentrate on much except maybe not breaking the ice I feel like I’m tip-toeing across. I think baby can feel my anxiety/excitement because he/she has been hosting a rodeo of sorts in my belly. It helps [...]

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