Good morning, evening, or day! Depending on where you’re currently sitting.
I’m having a great morning and wanted to spread the feeling to anyone who stumbles upon this post.
And just in case you might need a bit of a pick-me-up, here’s this:
- You kick ass as you.
- You don’t need permission.
- You are loved.
- You are strong.
- You’re one step away from the next.
- Look up, the sky sees you, you are never alone.
- Close your eyes. See it. Get it.
Not to bore all of you. But what the fuck. I’ll do that. I gave Gavin a bath this afternoon and after that bath I placed him on our bed, tucked in towels the best that I can, which is nothing compared to how Megan does it- but there he lay, on our bed watching a documentary that he picked from YouTube. The documentary was an hour and a half long documentary about balls being displaced from one area to another via small leverage cranes and elevators. It was much like watching chalk slowly remove itself from being anything. There, Gavin, our soon to be four year old, lay watching a boring chalk show. Happily. He’s a bit different. I’ve always loved the different.
Gavin is sleeping late. I just checked on him. His cheeks are blushed and his hair is messy. His eyes were closed, but he knew I was in the room. He’s tuckered out because we had company this weekend. He ran around non-stop with his older cousins. It was a treasure watching them. After the campfire in the backyard they tired and sat on the couch together to watch a movie. The older boys were incredible with Gavin. Gavin is 3.5 years old and his cousins, twins, are 9. They treated Gavin as their peer, not a baby, and Gavin thrived within their companionship. This was the kind of weekend that fills the heart with joy. A refueling of humanity to witness family members who truly care for one another and relax into the company while appreciating the echos of laughter.
The structure of one line can change mood and attitude. Much like receiving incredible news that you can’t share with your peers, but wish to so badly that you need to write about it using the iceberg theory made famous by Hemingway. I’m having an incredible day, and I hope you all are having the same. Years ago I hoped and prayed and now the steps are concrete. Hope lives in the wind and no matter where you are, you can find at least a little amount of wind.
Ohhhh I’m in a good Christmas mood! This will be a great few days. We’re headed to Western, MA to enjoy the Berkshires and the farmland that comes with the valleys and mountains.
This is a new emotion for me. Feeling this joy on this Holiday. I know it’s because I have Megan and Gavin in my life. I love being a father and husband. I was made for this.
One of the most beautiful moments of humanity
that I’ve witnessed was viewed from a window
in a town that was not my own. And there I sat-
watching people I do not know gifting gracious
smiles to one another while walking through
the small town square during a snow storm.
When I have only one breath left I will exhale happiness knowing I did everything I could to develop into the last of all of them. As it leaves I’ll wish it well, traveling along.
Some mornings are better than others.
Hell, some are so good that I think it’s
important to cheers the morning and to
tell it it’s one of the best you’ve ever had.
That way it might just want to come back again
and again and again.
Mornings are funny like that.
Especially when you control them.
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I woke this morning thinking of how somewhere
A mailman will walk the same route
and smile at the same dog in the window-
A diner cook is frying eggs for a woman who’s shaking from grief
The hot coffee was the first warmth she’d been given
A school bus driver swings open the doors and greets two children
One of which didn’t have breakfast but will soon because the doors just opened and the bus always takes them to school where the cafeteria is
And their school teacher thinks
about how some children have parents who make breakfast and some don’t
And about how some children care
And some don’t
All While the mailman walks whistling as he goes saying hello to Spring flowers
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A light snow had fallen overnight leaving a half an inch for a small gathering of black-capped chickadees to hustle and frolic in. The small birds seemed to enjoy the season’s first snowfall as they exhibited a style of energy that suggested pure happiness. The morning sun beamed into the fresh snow and gathered itself in a glowing of the land that illuminated the birds as they flitted from snowy ground, to tree branch, back to snow. The birds left tiny marks where they had landed and hopped. From his porch, he whistled to them in their particular bird song. They didn’t call back. Not yet anyway. And that was fine too. He had his morning coffee in hand and this view of life to observe. The coffee, a bit too hot, steamed mightily, adding to the perfection of his morning.
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