Clusters

I’ve just selected all and deleted my last post’s existence from Microsoft word and began anew. The last breaths of thought from a desperate man, the Langoliers to eat and dispense, His remnants of a moment where anguish is eternal and can’t be trusted. That’s why I did it. Said it, literally, of course figuratively aloud. Moments like that need be I guess. Can’t be all breath in with no express.

Other than this I’ve been away carving from granite dreams a story I never heard or seen, at least not in full. If the mountain is never carved it sets to crumbling.

Thought word and deed. These ways of being are astonishing. Do you ever marvel at our abilities? The way these hemispheres build the scenes. Weather in walk or in dream, to carve is to venerate to be faithful in fear and trembling. Let’s step off this rhyming scheme.

I was recently pondering being up in the front seat laying parallel to the dash head on moms lap the instrument cluster illuminating the cab, her hand caressing my head. In the dark as she drove, I begin to doze. Theres a bit of heaven in that.

I really was a momma’s boy, I suppose I should be grateful for that. There was a safety, a bond, little did the child know he’d break away from all that, have to stand up and walk and fail and flounder become a fool, become a man.

How does one teach?

As a father I marvel at the girl. She sees everything in wonder, hyper color. Everything in one accord and intact, it all seems to make sense for her. And I’m grateful to God for giving us a life where her reality isn’t naivety but heavenly. They claim space expands, possibly jerks and contracts. Maybe that’s heaven to, a garden that’s discovered and lapsed and discovered again, it just repeats like that. The light of the sun shimmering off the river, glimpses of infinite suns as it moves over the sky and we dance around from day to night. That’s the song of the rushing river as it washes by, transfigured into a babbling brook, that’s the boys head caressed by his mother’s precious finger by the dash board light.