Writing Poems About America and Picking Peaches

Hi folks. Bit of an update in case we haven't had a chance to connect. 💛

Few years ago (after the COVID thing) I read a few books, folk tales and poems that reawakened my desire to change things in AMERICA.

That thread in my story – my calling – pulled me by the nose to revisit a familiar vantage point in Washington, DC with a belief that one Changemaker might be what AMERICA needs to pull us back together.

Returning with a helluva lot of courage, a fresh story for AMERICA, and a whole new set of talents sharpened over a decade making a measurable impact in cities throughout AMERICA – my French Bulldog and I made our way back to DC.

What I discovered was entirely different.

DC reminded me of the boy that I had been starting out my career. And the same bright-eyed boy that had to leave DC to find something greater inside me by connecting with real stories in AMERICA.

And to get healthier.

Through stories shared by peers and colleagues over a year – this must be a rare occasion – I gained a perspective on my own life. I was a witness to a life that I had escaped, the path that could have been that I thankfully had avoided.

Now aged 45, I could commune with that younger man still grappling inside of me and hellbent to make a change. And together, we found peace and stillness.

One week later, I left Washington, DC.

I'm now living on Egg Hill in Spring Mills, Pennsylvania. Finding ways to help my family and neighbors. Writing poems about AMERICA and picking peaches. Learning how to craft cider for spirited souls.

I believe there's a need in AMERICA for change and that a great rebirth of American culture, traditions and moral values are just starting to spring up.

America is only a few hundred years old. My ancestors farmed Pennsylvania long before then. And now it is this land and these stories that fuel me, that shape me, that motivate me to keep pressing.

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