And so the grand tour begins. We have chosen a new ride for the next leg of our journey and just to make sure that all things are new we have chosen a brand new driver to guide our chariot through the hills and curves lying in the path of a new, unknown destination. A driver, untested, a vehicle unknown, and we did not even bother to ask if someone had a map. I hope our new leader knows how to drive a stick.
Pushed away at every turn
Why did I spend all that time
Trying to learn
Everything important in the world today
To then hear the man spurn me away?
I did my part
And grew up strong,
I won’t be told that
I am wrong.
I paid my dues and now the news
I hear falls hard on anxious ears.
I’m the one
Strong, bright and young
And all I need
Is only my due.
So why cant I have what I want?
Now, I mean.
All I did was all I was told,
“Work hard young man
This will all be yours,
So now is my time
Is that so much to ask ?
Me and mine
Are the new generation.
The best you know,
They told us so.
Ive been told.
I am bold.
So why can’t I,
Graduation, Independence, Life
It does not change much from year to year, Does it ?
For Seth: Smiles,Fears,Love and Tears, They are all yours now.
Patience, Grandson ; )
Ahh, the stroke of the keypad feels rusty. The rhythym of the letters does not exist as a beat, a count, but rather as a rush and a rest, a starting and stopping.
My point of view has shifted so imperceptively but so very definitely, I suppose there should not be any wonder at the confusion that exists in my mind. I mean it IS still from behind the same eyes and from within the same mind I compose but with the emergence of a new facet built into wall of logic from whence the ideas flow it seems that the pull of the current steers the flow of the words onto and over the banks of the old stream of thought and begins cutting new channels that guide the impetus of expressed ideas and mores.
It really seems odd to me that the realization of what physical health means to the thinking being should change so much how that being expresses itself. Having come to that point I cannot deny what is so obviously true….I am not the same man I was two weeks ago. And that being said, even though my main thoughts and outlooks remain the same, enough variance exists that expressing those feelings is equal to revealing the thoughts of a comparative stranger.
When one declares from a platform familiar and steady the power of the words reflects the stability of the platform and when the platform exists in a state of flux the resolve of the words seems unsteady even to the hand that wields them.
Enough of self-revelation, for now it is enough to have restarted the engine and having goosed the throttle a little it is enough to have committed these few words to paper, it is enough to have acknowledged a new beginning.
The past six to eight weeks have found me dealing with a health issue , one that I cannot seem to get a step ahead of. Abdominal bloating and shortness of breath along with painfully swollen feet and calves has led to much blood work and a scheduled battery of tests to try to determine what and from where this malady is and occurs. Several common culprits have been ruled out and a few unlikely scenarios are being investigated. I write this, not to alarm anyone, but to try to clarify the importance inherent to a potentially life style changing ailment to myself as I have never endured any medical emergency much more serious than a pesky case of pneumonia and a minor TIA in my life. I suppose that I am trying to say that ” Even if my scribblings begin to quibble with various physical maladies and the treatments involved, rest assured that I remain nonplussed inasmuch as my views on life and soul remain essentially unchanged. Thank you all in advance for your future patience and understanding . ” ; )
This A-Z challenge has been fun, for the most part. Approximately halfway through I am finding though that writing a piece of at least semi-serious ,relevant or, humorous material everyday can be an onerous task made worse by having to mold each thought around an alphabetic mold. In short the “fun factor” is rapidly waning and if this short paragraph on “L” day that mentions the word LOVE, as in I used to LOVE to write, does not stir my inner flame to new heights, this shall be my final entry within the parameters of said challenge . Thank you !
In my mind this early morning lies a stubborn thought, a thought causing me to wonder. I wonder how this collection of blogs; blogs written from across and around this planet, can effect a perspective, unlikely to be found in any lesson, from any university, from any specific peoples, from any particular system or sector of any society found on this earth, onto a receptive mind. I wonder why more folks do not take advantage of this grand opportunity to learn of life , love, hate and tolerance that is so readily and affordably available by merely taking the simple action required to open a search engine on a computer. Can it be that people mistrust their innate ability to sort through the many paradigms available and thusly discern the common thread of truth? Or is the pervasive view that ideas different from ones own are purposefully designed to lead one astray from learned ideals and are set in the concrete forms of convention merely as a form of propaganda ? Must the comforts of “knowing ” include assurance that ones way of life is the only true way? Is it that being comfortable in ones present condition relegates he or she into the maintenance of a defensive posture so that the norms of their particular society remain unadulterated and therefore somehow purer than the lives of the multitudes who do not reside in the physical or ethereal neighborhoods in which these others choose to dwell ? Could there exist in humankind an inborn laziness , a blase attitude that eases the soul , that therefore imparts certain comforts to them during the passage of a “normal” day to day life? And if that scenario encourages such thoughts, how will the unreading portion of the population learn to adapt when changes do occur?
I am floating in water so calm the lack of current leaves me sitting still and drives me nowhere. Even treading to hold my head above results in almost nothing doing and the settling leads to stagnation of the surroundings. A small move forward and a little move back leaves no mark to trace in this calmest of seas. No destination, no point to steer, indicates the laziness or fear of moving forward. Stagnation occurs when oxygen and life is not pumped into the environment, so if I do not dare do something, there will soon be none to welcome me ; all others will have passed. I gotta try to move before its too late, else living in the past will be my fate.
I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something. I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc. Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.
One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?
Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?
Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.
Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .
BTW I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!
I find myself looking forward to the coming holiday season with fantastic expectations demurred by the experience of experience. [ I only wrote that bit because I could. Poetic license is really cool ! ] Really, I sense a sort of gathering of the human spirit I have not before experienced, a sort of grasping for straws, but with the realization that the straws are within reach. Could it be that the monstrous acts around the world of late have succeeded in accomplishing a goal always dreamed of , but never reached in the memory of mankind; a simple united front against the powers that strive to tear societies apart in search of their own malicious goals?
I do strive to be a poet of sorts, a philosopher of a kind, if you will, and I think I am generally the eternal optimist over the long haul. [ though that bit of me MAY have been overshadowed by my anger as witnessed in some of my more recent posts ] So, what do I perceive the holidays to bring?
More atrocities and crimes against human kind, tempered with a continuing groundswell of people, determined to live lives, solidified in their inherent strength and abilities to overcome any forces intent on ruining the lives of the many in favor of the “privileged ” few , and a warm breeze of comfort and solidarity once the tempest is past. [ All right, perhaps not THESE particular holidays, but relatively quickly inasmuch as the world remains a very large place]
Patience IS a virtue, but the consensus may be that the time for patience is waning, and the time for the peace loving folk of the world to stand and be counted is drawing near. May the holidays bring peace to the peace loving peoples and strife to those who wish to witness only division .
May God bless us all ! [Not just a few!]
September twenty seventh rolled in and immediately staked the claim
of the coolest day the year had seen , at least since the time I was a teen,
The sun arose, so glorious, then faded into clouds,
But midmorning came and turned the clouds around.
Our small family met in the city park for lunch and games
And conversation, and to get to know some new relations.
At home a pleasant day was had trimming the yard in the midst
of favorite football teams racking up some yards. [Americans!?]
Then in the evening after dinner, when the sun slipped down so helter skelter,
We grabbed lawn chairs and slipped to the back lawn, not needing any shelter.
The harvest moon arose and huge it seemed, cause the orbit was closer
Than its usually been. Then the neighbors came out of their houses to watch
The harvest moon at near equinox. The show started slowly so slowly it seemed,
But rapidly gained its momentum till adults and children quieted and gleaned
The essence of now was now indeed, and the sun and the moons alignment
seemed interrupted when the Earth slid between , and cast its great shadow
On the lunar landscape, and nearly put out the lights of the super moons show!
And slowly the umbra crept across the face, of the man in the moon,
Till it had made the case, that the moonglow was gone and the children raced
Indoors to bed, perhaps for school, but the red of the eclipse put them all off their pace,
And their minds would not know till all had talked face to face.
That natures call had brought them to a place where wonders abound
And that reality bore the proclivity to be round.
Cool, Huh !