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As a young boy, I did not know what was going on in the classroom. There was no such thing as ADHD or LD back then. It was dismissed as laziness or stupidity. Participles, logarithms, declension, reading, speed, memorization, and athletic coordination – I was always on shaky ground.

My handwriting was neanderthal and my study habits avoidant. I spent my school days furtively staring out big windows. Birds were my envy as they flew across the ever changing sky. On dreary wet days I turned to my pencil (missile) and pen (rocket ship).

I was the oldest of two, then three, then four, then five, then six, and later seven. It became progressively easier to underachieve in this burgeoning post war blue collar Catholic family.

My dad worked three jobs. Mom cooked, sewed, scrubbed, ironed, washed, mopped, and all the while monitored an ever expanding gaggle of robust strong willed children . We eventually overwhelmed her resources. We were like big fleshy ants.

Play and television were my refuge. The tube allowed me to escape instantly. Far away places, adventure, and fame were my fantasies. I would spend hours in bed before sleep concocting gallant stories in my mind with me as the intrepid hero.

My favorite thing of all was Boy Scouts. It allowed me to go camping and play with fire – to go away and have adventure – to take on whatever nature could dish out. It taught me I could do things well. I learned stuff like Morse code and survival skills. I became Order of the Arrow and attended National Leadership Camp. Too bad I let my buddies talk me into quitting.  They thought boy scouts was uncool.

I traded confidence and growth for “cool”.   It was like trading hiking boots for hair gel.

Class Warfare ?

May 28, 2008

Why not?
The rich are already
kicking our asses

Farmer prays for rain.
Builder prays for none.
Each one asks the Lord
to be His chosen one.

be the embracer

February 14, 2008

Love I

love is a choice
do not wait for one’s embrace
be the embracer

image source: Harvey Edwards

wemagine

January 8, 2008

I am a person
this is precious
because you are

a new year thought

January 1, 2008


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Peace
and Prosperity
for the Poor

(for a change)

 

Missing Him

December 24, 2007

Let’s work backwards:

 

First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair

content to smile as if he had no needs  –

connected by spirit, happy to be.

 

I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet

planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;

climbing mountains we could not see.

 

I will miss him presiding above the fondue

a sorcerer stirring by candle light,

conjuring batches of yuletide glee.

 

I will miss him saying grace at the helm

from which he would love, work, and lead

a life of no regret,  a life of family.

 

 

 

God has no hands

December 10, 2007

God has no hands.
We are the ones
with the hands!

(BLASPHEMY!)

we are called to act in fellowship.

(it is a SIN to miss the ceremonies!)

we are asked to think beyond our selves –

(the only way to save your sorry ass is to OBEY!)

beyond sex and possessions beyond security and agenda.

(the most important thing is to avoid HELL!)

we are asked to dive in and swim upstream,

(keep your nose in the BOOK!)

living our lives to serve others …