The ‘Truth’ Lives

Memories of posts once written.

I had a dream. I dreamt of a place that I had never been to but always wanted to live in. You were there and your arms welcomed me to a place that until then had always lived inside me. You unlocked the passion and the fire that burns inside me.

You helped me to remember that love is meant to sting, that to be apart is to feel an ache that no drug can touch and to be together is to know the meaning of union.

You are my drug of choice, an addiction that I cannot give up. My air and my blood, the wind that fills my sails and were I to lose you I would be forced to revisit that dark place that I used to live in. I would be hollow inside, an empty shell and who knows what might choose to occupy that place.

I knew the day that we kissed that life was going to be different. Few people understand because so few have had the experience and even then few walk that path. When you walk through fire you risk being burned but you also open yourself up to untold rewards.

When just holding hands brings incredible pleasure, when whispers and caresses offer the height of joy and passion there is something special.

When I kissed you I felt your legs go weak and I held you tightly but I was not concerned because my arms were made for holding you tight and feeling your heart beat against mine gives me all the strength that I require.

I had a dream that became reality.

A Different World Series Experience

It is the bottom of the 6th inning of the Dodgers-Astros World Series and the family is gathered around the television.

That is an experience that mirrors the one I grew up with as a Dodgers fan in the ’70s and ’80s which is to say how we watched the Dodgers in the series.

But that is where many of the similarities end because by the time I was the same age as my oldest child is I had seen the boys win one series championship and play in four.

And by the time I was 19 it had turned to 2 series championships out of five visits so I never expected to have to wait 29 years before I got a chance to see them in the series again.

A Different World Series Experience

If my grandfathers were here we’d swap stories, memories and thoughts about this series.

We’d laugh about how the Cubs finally won another title and I know they’d talk about how they can’t believe how old they are because they would both be over a 100.

I am sure they would point out how strange it is to see us watch while occasionally checking our phones, updating statuses or responding to texts from friends/family about the game.

And I am certain they’d include a comment about their favorite grandson live blogging the moment.

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Since they aren’t here all I can do is make educated guesses about their comments and say it is as hard and as fun to watch my boys in blue play.

The series is tied but they easily could have been up 2-0.

The reasons why they aren’t are as cut-and-dried as saying they were outplayed but include the screwy and questionable plays that make sports amazing.

You know the kind that make fans of the winning team declare those destiny and the fans of the losers call cheating.

Memories

As the game progresses I make a point to look at the faces of my children and to enjoy their expressions.

Teens are jaded and some of the looks that cross their faces are harder to come by than they once were.

Sometimes I catch them looking at me and they laugh because they say I am way too serious and there may be some truth in that.

Twenty-nine years is a long time to wait and I didn’t realize how much I missed this until it started.

It turned the pilot light that never stopped burning into something big and bright.

So as we head into the top of the 8th I have to stop writing and focus solely upon my boys.

The baseball lords of superstition must be followed and I must go through the remaining rituals just in case they will help.

Thaw Today, Thaw Tomorrow

Found some old fiction and took a moment to read and review.

I Loved Her Once

It made me feel some things and I found myself muttering, Thaw Today, Thaw Tomorrow or don’t.

Can’t say what will or won’t be and don’t intend to spend a lot of time trying because that is best left to the old gypsy woman at 43rd and 3rd.

Life is too short to spend too much time wondering and waiting so I do as I will and I must trusting that I’ll know what needs to happen when it does.

And if I don’t, well maybe that is just how it has to be.

They say what is for you won’t go past you and that is the sort of mystical and magical sentiment I can accept.

It works for me because it doesn’t ask me to engage in blood sacrifices and or crazy rituals.

You just have to live your life and that is enough.

Sometimes People Disappoint You

I think I have read every Robert Heinlein book or at least all that were published.

Can’t say for certain because it has been a long while since I read the last but there was a time when Heinlein and Ray Bradbury were my go to authors.

Heinlein has a quote that has been shared a few times that fits the present.

“You can sway a thousand men by appealing to their prejudices quicker than you can convince one man by logic.”

But what really strikes me more than anything about now is how you never get too old to outgrow being disappointed by people.

Sometimes People Disappoint You

If you look at large groups you are guaranteed to run into a situation or circumstance in which you are disappointed by how some people behave.

That is just how life goes and I am fine with that.

My issue comes with the gut punch from being disappointed by people you care about who supposedly care or used to care about you.

There is no joy or solace in the disappointment that is associated with that.

But it is a part of life too and sometimes you are going to be forced to deal with it.

What You Think You Know

Every now and then I remind myself that what you think you know isn’t always true or accurate.

The world is neither black nor white and the shades of gray exist everywhere.

But those shades of gray do not automatically take precedence over right and wrong because there are lines that are exactly the color they appear.

Still only a fool lives their life as being just one way and one thing.

Life was good.

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
― Albert Einstein