On this Thanksgiving week I’m thankful for many things however, everyday I’m thankful for:
To see them shine in unusual circumstances, to hear them talk as if Mother Theresa just entered the room.
I love to be around when knowledge grows – shines through them and the road signs are clearly marked in that moment.
To be a father is not to worry about the latest post or what’s happening on wall street. To trust intuition is like a line thrown into the deep blue, eventually you will get a bite because cause begets cause. One and one will always add to two.
On their harshest nights, out of a bad dream, follow the road north to the middle field where we laugh, dance, sit between rows of blue corn counting falling stars, finger motion painting signs in the clouds.
They know I stand guard like an effigy of a fading saint catching bad dreams.
It doesn’t interest me much what the many woman who think they can be in my life can do for my daughters. They better be pretty-smart, bad-ass and awesome because most women could learn a few things from my pueblo-girls.
Doesn’t interest me to hear how some man is saying he’s worrying about my daughters. I tell them, “bring me a bag of good-groceries, they eat a lot, sorry, King Lear doesn’t live here…” Read More→