Old podcasts never die.

... Just as I was getting used to the experience and getting ready to stay, someone (or something) jolted me awake and back into this place. I imagined hearing their voices say ‘he’s back… we have a heartbeat again’. Maybe I didn’t imagine it. One thing’s for sure: I’m back. But like a gold miner who found the mother lode, I felt like I’d discovered something valuable, something hidden, and something to search for again the next chance I get. Who wouldn’t? Imagine speaking with real, living specimens from the human race!

I’d say no one would believe me, but I’ve learned to never say never.

Please, forgive me. Forgive me in advance, please. I’ve heard writers write anywhere on almost anything. Notebooks help, but napkins work, too. Whatever’s handy, don’t ya think?

Please, forgive me. Forgive me in advance, please. I know a podcaster who records anywhere using almost anything. Studios are nice, but they don’t fit in my pocket and I can’t wear ‘em on my wrist, so whatever’s handy, don’t ya agree?

As for starting early, I’m thankful. Finishing early feels good today!

How can we be so connected and so disconnected at the same time? And about time, it’s about time. We all have it. We all use it. We can’t beg, borrow, or steal more time. We can’t replay it, stream it, pause it, fast forward it, or even stop it. It just happens, every day, one moment at a time.

It’s time. If you can see it, it won’t last long. If you can’t see it, it’ll last forever. So will our eternal souls, one way or another, in one place or the other, believe it or not! I hope, and I pray, you can believe.

Today has been a day of rearview mirrors. The problem with looking in the rearview mirror too long is that we tend to miss important events happening now and those that are about to happen. I’m not throwing mine out yet, but I’ll keep tryin’ to keep it in perspective, smaller, and farther away. But sometimes the memories in our rearview mirrors appear smaller than they really are.

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Want to listen? Me,too. I confess; I listen to my own podcast:

https://open.spotify.com/show/0mfXfSJjpRKsqQIdwoscnt?si=Nelcs_1iR0ivWIwPgRQHQA 

and read my own blog:

https://brosteve.medium.com

You're welcome.

This afternoon, moments before the sun sinks into the horizon with a hiss and a sizzle, I thank Him for hearing yet another S.O.S. and coming to my rescue. Who knows where I’d end up without His intervention?

Now, in peace, I’ll lie down and sleep, for He alone, my Lord, will keep me safe.

Who watches over your sleep?This afternoon, moments before the sun sinks into the horizon with a hiss and a sizzle, I thank Him for hearing yet another S.O.S. and coming to my rescue. Who knows where I’d end up without His intervention?

Now, in peace, I’ll lie down and sleep, for He alone, my Lord, will keep me safe.

Who watches over your sleep?

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Tired of listening? Want to read? Me, too. I confess; I listen to my own podcast and read my own blog. If you wanna read mine, you can find it at https://brosteve.medium.com

Can I read yours? Can I listen?

Did I mention I'm on Medium. Yeah, I know... but if you want to read this instead of hear this, you can find me here:

https://brosteve.medium.com

By the way, the weather is still hot, humid, and rainy. I’m guessing that’s why we call it rainy season down here in the south, just north of the equator in a small country divided by a canal.

Day two, the day after day one, is not as monumental as day one. Maybe the happiest and most satisfying days in the life of a blogger or podcaster are the first and the last. Everything between is just so... like life itself. It starts with a yell and ends with a yelp.

Let’s hope and pray for a better day tomorrow without losing the moment. Are you sure you want to do this with me? This could get messy, you know?

I'm back, at least for now. I'm getting into a 40-day rhythm of podcasting, blogging, thinking, learning, showing, telling ... 

and I joined Medium, too.

Drum roll, please...

This is me:

medium.com/@BroSteve

I read, I think, I pray, I write, I speak, I share, I like, I prefer dialog over monologue, too. So if ya wanna message me:

t.me/BroEsteban

Thought I'd offer my Telegram address for you to continue our dialog, 'cause monologues can be so _______!

BTW, wanna know where to find me without listening?

https://brosteve.medium.com