Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
how big the soul; how soft
the pillow: how patient
how brave to step
and being seen
to the cool invitation of cease,
vision. some call that love.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
(I've done them before, when I was down on my luck and couldn't even afford a .99 card. But this year, I thought, well. I don't like any of the cards. So, I drew a picture, just like a 6 year old. And then I wrote this, just like a seven year old. And then I gave it to him. He choked up and almost cried. So, I felt really bad. But, all in all, I remain in favor of the cheesy hand made cards. What would yours say?)
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
This Father’s Day, we have no grand, generalized, sweeping,
sentiments for you. What is special are the small, very unique
ways you showed us your love. How important it was
for you to express your creativity by handcrafting important
messages for us to hold onto our entire lives, such as
“Think!” or “Your serenity is in the hands of the next
person who makes you angry.” You spoke calmly with us
when we misbehaved and used terrifying analogies such as:
“Why would you cut off your own feet by not doing your homework?”
How gracefully you accepted growing older and suffered
the indignity of letting me pat your balding head.
How you used your gift of storytelling to enliven
what could have been the most boring historical sites
and transformed us into people who think deeply about
the patterns of history and how they repeat. An ever ready
book always at the ready when we had questions.
The quiet way you took in all of the anger and confusion
of adolescence and then turned around and reminded of us
that we were experiencing the instant karma of getting back
what we dished out when we ourselves became parents.
How you helped us care for our own home by coming over
to hang a painting or fix some small thing. You always have
an “Outstanding!” or a “Well done!”for the smallest victories.
Well, back at’cha, Dad! Outstanding! Well Done!