Poem: Unwinding

What would it take to wind
back the lost hour on the clock?
Before shoes were worn out
on a path to de-energized lethargy?
When clothes expressed eagerness
to get out the door to adventures,
and not threadbare,
to match a poorly hidden soul?

What would it take to unwind
all the corrosive hours to start anew?

Starting the Toastmaster Journey

Last week I joined a local Toastmaster group after visiting  few times over the holidays. For anyone who doesn't know, Toastmasters is a worldwide membership organization with the stated purpose of helping people learn public speaking. Several friends who are members have talked about how the group has helped them do just that, even leading to invitations to speaking at events and meetings.

There are ten projects, speeches, members are required to present in order to receive one of two recognitions: Competent Communicator. Appropriately the first one is the Ice Breaker, an introduction of oneself to the club.

By early March I need to figure out what to say. The first step may be to hit YouTube and see how other folks have handled it.