Eternity
I am far from perfect. Quite far.Monday I blew it. I went up to Isaac’s room. I was going to say good morning, after all, I hadn’t seen him since Tuesday.His room was a bigger mess than I had ever seen it. I mentioned how unwashed dishes had brought the ants back. Then I said something about how his lowered savings account would now cost him a monthly fee. And it all came out... I began growling, and then yelling... about his being late for work, about responsibility... about... too many things. I was frustrated. I went too far.I hurt him a great deal. Enough so I... well... he needed to see a counselor. The counselor wasn

Tonight They Burn Steady
The stars were so bright tonight.The crisp autumn air, chilled by afternoon rains, is too still to permit them to twinkle. They seem like old friends... the constellations, a few stars I know by name.I got quickly into the van... I knew I needed seep... and drove home. Yet here I sit in bed, tapping away at this keyboard because there is too much in my head and heart to permit sleep.Driving home I thought about my father, and the women in his life, about my son, and the panic I felt yesterday, about the woman and her children behind me getting ready for bed... a delightful evening... Sweet kisses... A large heart...Contentment and co

The Prodigal Father
My dad is in Southern California, wrapping up his life there. The business struggled the last few years while he was in Thailand. The economy, poor decisions by those he’d left in charge, a number of factors, and it is clear the business should fold. The biggest name in building demolition and earth moving in Orange County, California is folding. So is his marriage, of course. He’s on his third Thai girlfriend now, she on her second Californian boyfriend.

Mecca
I apologize for the time between postings. I have been writing, but much of it I feel too private to share here. Which is funny because I have revealed and admitted much on these digital pages, but none of what I write lately seems appropriate here.But... Here are some odd musings. I might share for the heck of it.When I worship on Sunday mornings and I open my eyes between songs, I find myself facing a different direction than those around me.Got me to thinking.I'

:)
The call had begun about Rocky... She was telling me bits of info she had gathered, how his death wasn’t my fault. His symptoms matched a neighbor’s dog who had died of hepatitis B. That she had also heard of cancer of the liver that had moved that fast and his lumps had been near his liver.Then she began to cry.It began with a text message to her. Apparently I have been insuring her car. I sent a message asking she send me info on how long she has been insuring her car herself.A text back... sympathy, regret, offer to provide info to help me get refunded. The a phone message at home.Then the call just as Isaac and I