For some there comes a time when a second chance is given.That time then becomes a celebration of the unrecognized gifts of the past and humble gratitude for the wonder of present.
This then is a collection of reflections and comments on life,work,love and faith to be sung ,and danced to, in thanksgiving for a second chance.
Monday, October 29, 2012
This Bird has Flown – Part One – She’s The One !
“I'm gonna watch you
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one
There could never be a
Who loved his daughter
more than I love you"
- Father and Daughter, Paul Simon
In the beginning the word was good and yet the wandering
pilgrim misunderstood. Eventually he was enlightened as to how everything was
getting better all the time. They say Christmas is a time to celebrate the
great gift of love and life. It was eight and twenty years ago this December 25
that the companion who brought life into the world brought home with her
pilgrim partner the great gift. Realizing Jeremiah was a bullfrog they sang in
great - filled celebration
“Joy to the world
All the boys and
Joy to the fishes
in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me “
Number one’s arrival was also the birth of incalculable
changes and transformations within and without. “I feel fine” in lullaby tempo became the little girl’s
favorite as she was rocked and rolled to sleep. She was always considered a
Jersey Girl even though it would be eleven years before she would see the boss
in person. During that event she never sat and never turned back.
The pilgrim hoped that the turning her to bat lefty and
wearing number nine would somehow be instrumental in some type of success. It
led to her becoming a pen pal of the splendid splinter. Father and daughter made her fist
pilgrimage to the great cathedral in Boston just before he was cracked open
like a lobster at Anthony’s. One plus one did equal two and always will.
Catching a trout on her first cast ever seems like it happened yesterday!
While coaching her on soccer pitches , in the hardwood
gymacafetoriums with hoops and
taking the helm of the Ascent sailing he had hoped that the lessons would apply
to the greater journey. She always played hard and with joy… and grew in wisdom
more than he ever dreamed.
From the beginning of the presence of number two it would be
obvious that the two hawk hill girls would need no inspection or explanation as
to how their bond will never die.
The first one has always made her intentions of love and protection of
and for the second one very clear. That love was and remains reciprocated.
And now that path marked by rapid turning calendars and
seasons has finally come to that fork, the point of separation. The pilgrim is heard complaining in the
night how google maps does not provide advice on how to maneuver changes in the
landscape. The little one who once danced freely from here to there to almost
any song that moved her spirit is now the focused woman respected and loved by
fellow trekkers trying to make their mark. That moment has arrived where she
and her new companion,
“a good choice” , the pilgrim says, “as long as he keeps his
head down and swings slowly and plays with integrity ,”
are about to
join together taking that new path on their own new sacred adventure
So the imperfect pilgrim quietly smiles hopeful that though
he was not present all ways she somehow knows that she was and will always be
in his heart. The advent of the new day conjures a predawn reflection as
attempts are made to be present to the inevitable moment…joyous and peace-filled - he recalls how this was all
anticipated in the song
welcoming her to the world