Monthly Archives: November 2014

The Quiet at the End of the Day

Thanksgiving, 2014

My father loved the music of Glen Campbell. My father loved to laugh, but you can’t tell that in any of his pictures or in any of my stories … we never saw my path in the same light, and we grew slowly but inexorably apart as I traveled farther down it. I’m sorry, but that is a story for another time.

I smoked the turkey, as is the tradition. Lemons and spices and cinnamon (because: Cinnamon) and other such enhancements. The kids all came over. We danced a little, we sang a little. We were together. The new in-laws showed up for dinner, and the relations were fun and the mood was high. I hope my children remember this year fondly. i know I will. Even with all the mouths, we still had so much left over … but noting will go to waste.

Forgive me if this seems maudlin or sappy, but I’m very serene at this moment. We did it right, Dawn and I … we raised four smart, loving, giving children who are all walking their own paths fairly confidently. I’m grateful. I’m very thankful.

I had a very moving moment: Braiden and I played chess this afternoon. My father taught me and we used to play together, when we were still pals. For a moment I became him, and I looked at my son as me … and I was very proud. I’m not a bad guy. I spread my art as love, and I give all the love and help that I can, all that I know how to give.

I miss my Dad. I’d like for him to see how great these kids are. I’d like for them to hear his genuine laughter …

Let me say sincerely, because these leaking eyes are making it hard to type:

I hope there is Love where you are.

If there isn’t … I have so much left over … and nothing will go to waste.

h

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Born a Rebel.

historical-jesus

Your temples are full of gold and pride.
Come outside, come out to the sweltering heat and the bitter cold.
To the rain, the mud and the dirty places.
Let us preach to each other in the wilderness.

Befriend the whores and the thieves.
Listen to the liars and the artists. (They are one and the same)
Share your dreams and accept gifts of flowers and gloves.
Give your love to all, at least as much as you are able.

Make wine from water. Be sure to drink from your neighbor’s offered cup, and share yours with the man who has no cup of his own. Love freely.

I’m a heathen and a pagan. I’m a dreamer living in my own dream. I don’t believe in your god. I’m not sorry about that, anymore.
I am solely on the side of Love. And the heart of the message from the Rebel.

Love one another.

And maybe you’ll read this and think I’m just waving my flag.

… or you could Love. Like the Rebel Jesus.

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