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RONIN’S TALE: Part 3

“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose site of the shore for a very long time.”

—Andre Gide, 1926

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The Ronin’s Tale: Part 2

“Now there’s ghosts along the highways

And there’s storms out on the seas

My only hope is somewhere in that heaven

Some one is saying a prayer for me

I been ridin’ stone blind horses

Never seeing a reason to believe

Hey sweet Genevieve say a prayer for me

The wild young cowboys, old drunks, paramours and thieves”

—-Ray Wylie Hubbard, “Stone Blind Horses”

 

 

 

THE CREEP

When you were a rock, at the cryogenic moment you sensed your immortality what could you know?

Did you see it coming? The growing reaching shadow. The smut-black shade. The narrowing lightless margin of your unchosen world.

Did you hear the growing silence created by the rushed voices phrasing an indecipherable new language as your space moved off-center?

Did you feel the creep in the room? The silent floating, then slinking, then lightly scratching, effortlessly encroaching inevitable behind your back approach.

Did you touch the stretching hardening inelastic distance from the then to the now?

Did the smell of loss find you unprepared? Malodorous, old-weight imposing unsurvivable  thickness to your air?

Did  the taste shock you? Bitter, uplifting, alien to your palette, non-lethal but final.

It always comes, bringing the second cryogenic moment and the reality that you are not a rock. That damned human thing!

Birthday Plus One: 2018

“Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at hand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land”

——-Jimmy Buffett, “A Salty Piece of Land”

The Last Plane Out of Casablanca: Father’s Day 2017

I gaze at the the last plane my father ever built. Lonely, hanging from the ceiling of my office, going nowhere, slowly yawing in the artificial wind of the HVAC vent. Small, bright translucent yellow and sky blue. So like my dad, though not obvious to the casual visitor.

My dad was large, 6’4″, perhaps another inch in his prime, lean, and thin but not skinny. He bore the weight of war and the joy of family with few complaints and an ambition trimmed to meet those demands. The plane is small; bright only in places necessary to make it seen after landing in unexpected places. Pale blue as in calm. Trim, efficient, stable in the uncertainty of air high above becalmed grass and gravel. Beautiful to those who understand how to see a man and a plane doing what they need to do without pretense. Floating on the thermals of time.

Sancho Panza and Dulcinea Looking for Love

“Of what use is the moon if you don’t have the night?
Of what use is a windmill with no Quixote left who’ll fight?”

——Carlos Varela, “Walls and Doors”

REMEMBER

  1. The value of time
  2. The success of perseverance
  3. The pleasure of working
  4. The dignity of simplicity
  5. The worth of character
  6. The power of kindness
  7. The influence of example
  8. The obligation of duty
  9. The wisdom of economy
  10. The virtue of patience
  11. The improvement of talent
  12. The joy of originating

“The Trainer’s Daily Dozen”, from D. Wayne Lukas

Career: Winter Has Come

“Whatever the calling, stumbling and falling
I got through it knowing there’s no other way
There’s no other way”

—-Mary Chapin Carpenter, “The Calling”

4 ESSENTIAL QUESTIONS

“He said, “Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?
Can you bend them, guitar strings?”
He said, “Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside?”

—-David Allan Coe, “The Ride”

Thinking & Remembering in December

“And now I own

what I desire:

a hole,

a nothing I can fill with anything.

But for a long

time I will leave

it empty

before I make it something

and diminish it. . . .”

—Andrew Hudgins, “After Muscling Through Sharp Greenery”