Friday, June 12, 2009

I have big ears

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The Sonnets

CII

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.

Friday, June 5, 2009

identity

I am rereading Julius Lester's book "On Becoming a Jew." Lester is a great writer and this story of his transformation to Judaism is riveting. I shared this passage from his book with my friend, where Lester, quoting Merton, speculates that"...identity is one's witness to the truth in one's life." And so, to steal a slogan, "we are all witnesses."

And then of course there is the philosophical conundrum that we are presented with..."Because we cannot "catch reality in our net," Wittgenstein radicalizes Kant's prescription that "we are neither suspended from heaven nor anchored on earth," by suggesting that Kant's dilemma has less to do with our position in the world and more to do with the more bewitching dilemma of speaking meaningfully about our position in the world." Thomas Merton's contemplation: rarefied emblem of being human and living in mystery.

What is true right now is that I am "Dad" because two little people call me so and I feel that responsibility. I still have to figure out how to speak more meaningfully about who else I am.

feeling the hate

blame it on the ah..ah..ah..ah..ah...alcohol?

9:01

Life has it's rituals. Waking up at a certain hour each morning. Greeting or bemoaning the start of a new day with mediation and prayer. Some people call you at the same time every night. My sons consider cartoon watching a religious calling. I watch highlights of sports and news and consider 9:00 p.m. Central Time a special time. Why? My cell phones call are FREE.

Free, or the least expensive option, is pretty good right now considering the economic times. Free however is never free when it comes to talking to people. To engage in dialogue we make a contribution of our time and if there is one ritual that I love the most it is spending time with those who have meaning in my life. I like to feel connected, hear what's going on, listen to the other breathe and sigh and dream. To one of my tactile nature this is another way of me touching you. So during the week please feel free to call...at 9:01.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Rhythmn

My boys are back for the month of June. Having them around I am reminded of how life takes on a different rhythmn. I have to get up earlier. I have to be more purposeful. I have to repeat myself, over and over (and over). My patience is tested. And yet I would have it no other way. There is so much space in my heart for them. I miss the daily rhythmn of watching them grow up. It is overwhelming to see how quick the physical and mental changes happen. Ajani is taller, Akil is maturing. I am praying. For their happiness, and for them to learn the life lessons without too much of the attendant pain. I may not be able to help that but in essence I want them to be strong and believe in themselves. And to have rhythmn. They do have that Caribbean heritage, and one must have priorities...after all.