Monday, October 29, 2012

This Bird has Flown – Part One – She’s The One !

“I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
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 girls now
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 together. 

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

“There will come a time
I know
Where I will have to let go
And find a different way to show
How  I love you Lindsay”

                                                       She's the One

                                                       Father and daughter

                                                        I knew The Bride

Congratulations - Joe and Lindsay

                                                                                  Leigh and Lindsay at Fenway


1 comment:

  1. Very touching. Congratulations! At the end of the day, you have it all.