How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Time bends my vision, reshapes what I see,
What once felt urgent now asks patience of me.
Through loss and becoming, my truths rearrange,
Life teaches in seasons, through time, I change.
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
I love to bake; it teaches me to wait,
That meaning rises slowly, not in haste.
What enters raw must pass through fire and time,
To learn that faith transforms before it shines.
Write about your first computer.
My first computer took its time to think,
a blinking cursor, a cautious blink.
It whirred and hummed like an old refrain,
teaching me patience, click by click, again.
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I’m scared of being late, of missing what’s true,
the moments that slip if I rush right through.
Late to people, chances, the whisper of now,
time taps my shoulder: slow down somehow.
What it would take is trusting the clock a bit more,
and choosing presence over hurry, somehow evermore.
What do you complain about the most?
I complain how quickly we take for granted,
life and nature, quietly enchanted.
We hurry past wonders dressed as routine,
and miss the magic living in between.
What are your favorite sports to watch and play?
I play the sport called life each day,
where balance matters more than speed or sway.
I love to watch resolve turn into art,
as effort moves with rhythm, mind, and heart.
What books do you want to read?
I want books that whisper, not shout,
that leave soft pauses, inside and out.
Stories that linger, teach, and stay
the kind you finish, then live each day.
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
We gather without occasion, simply to be near,
meals linger, stories flow, laughter sincere.
We pray in quiet moments, grateful and strong,
soft traditions reminding us where we belong.
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time?
I enjoy slow moments that ask for nothing,
time to think, breathe, and simply be.
A few quiet words, a walk, some light,
leisure, to me, is unhurried clarity.
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
There’s a lake that winks as I rush on by,
all glitter and jokes under an open sky.
“Next time!” I laugh, and it seems to agree,
some fun likes waiting as much as me.
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