Today was a good day and tommorrow is Friday. Life is working out just fine.
Goodnight friends
Looking for photons in this rusty town
The light is so bright just up a ways. I can tell that something good is just up a ways. I will have to say that these days the bags drag low from the damage done from way too much fun, more than my fair share of dancing through long nights with spirit friends. I danced just this side of the devil’s ballroom and lived to learn to move away. Now I’m on the way to new light, working as a carpenter to make all the ends meet and greet my good wife with a kiss and more. I’m also writing again but not that well. I never needed to be great just fluid like photons. Fluid like fluid. This rusty town has used up it’s useful radiant ways and fresh light is needed. The next light up ahead appears to be better than the strobed flash glows that were so prevelant back in the day. The black light mirror ball watched our hips sway to and fro. We were stars on the go and nothing has changed. The disco lights were witness to the flash music and first kissing and the crackling of innoscent boys gone wild. Those pumping good days were filled with the a well lit and well hung moon. Those swinging zoom zoom days were a good time filled with great wine but now it’s time to move on.
I’ll pack up nothing but my good wife and go on a seeker journey for fresh photons, towards the new rock star in my being that is ready to be a new human being with all it was meant to be before God initially said the word GO.
I’ve kissed enough girls and my wife is happy for my big boy evolution so while everyone is happy I think it’s time to go again. This institution of political correctness is no place for a Texas rebel not unlike myself. I have to race towards a new light. I need to find a place that plays all the Steve McQueen movies and serves a friendly drink or two that doesn’t need a fruity twist to be marketable. The next light must offer the freedom to twist and shout like that song from the old days. My good wife and I are arriving in a new light now and trembling with joy. It’s like getting a new toy. I arrive in the new light and clothe myself with the merits and lessons of youth town so as not to repeat them. Glad to be here and dancing like a big dog. The new light is a new reason to fight. I’ll throw a punch at the here and now because I’m not one to sit around like an old brown cow. I fly to the next new ready light and screem MOO! That’s how I rock and zoom. It’s how I look in the mirror and smile and walk a mile in my own shoes. Now I’m ready again.
Permission to smile….. Granted
It seems that all the front page news is all to familiar; it is alive and well, like yesterday. The pages of our stories are thankfully endless. Starting over is our minute by minute choice and gift. We smart humans can be predictable except in our own personal changes and revolutions. As we analyse the days of old and the constant series of struggles that have passed, we see the unforgiven moments unfortunately remain along with the valuable lessons we were suppose to learn. The old mistakes fade and make way for new ones. I see my son becoming a man more and more and my other children quickly follow in his example. My young man son looks about wondering how many mistakes he will have to make before getting it really right. I look at him and smile with the experience of forty-nine years I have been blessed with and assure him that time is our friend and mistakes are the ingredients of fine armor. This wiggle road that we travel is full of things to trip on and we do. We also find valuable perils on the dusty trail worthy of smell, a touch and even a kiss if she likes us and offers a glimmer of hope to our journey. The calluses of lessons learned are our right of passage and I recommend smiling as much as possible. Life is funny, mean and beautiful. Move on with courage my children. Seek out someone who loves the real you and cook colorful food and kiss a lot and go to the beach and call your mom and smile back at the mirror and more! We are blessed.
Looking forward to Oct. 26th Walk!
So last week I went to a friends funeral. I’ve known him for over ten years and I didn’t even know he was a Buddist. When I walked into his service there was about thirty minutes of chanting. My chest was vibrating and I felt the urge to join in and chant right along but I had no clue what they were saying. It was beautiful though. I know my friend would have been proud. Another old friend came with his wife to see our mutual aquaintence off into the beyond. We were so close for many years. I hadn’t seen him much for the past year or more. His face had grown a bit older but the man was still there that I thought so highly of for so many years. An odd feeling of whos next came over me. Would it be me or one of my friends. Would it be a family member. It took a couple of days for the numb feelings to subside and for life’s busy bee behavior to kick back in. I am reminded of the fact that life is short and lessons should be learned the first time and not after multiple times, when possible. Things are going really good for me these days except for the fact that as soon as I started getting back into the rat race and smiling again… well…my cat passed away and I stayed up until almost midnight burying him in the back yard. He was a member of the family and will be missed. I think sometime soon I will find a quiet place and come up with my own chant. I will hum and ryme and vibrate a good rant for kitty, for all those who are struggling today. For the things that God sees when he looks at our vast predicaments, our vicissitude.
Check out my new book Transitions on Amazon! I’m very proud of this new work.
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What next?
At times, Transitions seemed to take a life of its own. I was actually experiencing some of the protagonist’s character’s cathartic revelations during the process of putting the book’s story together. I am still presently working in a memory care center and as the character of Earl, I am blessed to experience the day-to-day struggles and victories of those around me. Dementia is a nightmare but the human spirit endures in spite of this affliction. The children of those suffering from Alzheimer’s are true warriors. Every day is a challenge and I truly admire the few that I have been able to meet and learn from.
Transitions is compassionate to the struggle of memory care and those involved in this fight. I hope those who read it receive the blessings of knowing they are not alone in this struggle and find some insight into the world of memory care for their loved one that Alzheimer’s and Dementia have brought them into.
My book, The Consequences of Breathing reveals a man’s journey to reinvent himself and find comfort in his own skin after his marriage of twenty years suddenly comes to an end. This should be out by the end of 2013. Like Earl, from Transitions, the book’s leading man finds the road to recovery and reinvention is a long and unfamiliar one, but victory is worth every step and is the only worthy goal.
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