Telling You

University of Missouri

Me and the boys just finished putting up a clothes line for their sister’s house. My roll was mostly supervisory, but we got the job done. Right now I’m sitting under the blooming leaves of the fig bush and the old sycamore tree. The rain last night knocked a good chuck of the pollen down. Giving me a chance to come outside and listen to the springtime birds and catch a whiff of some honeysuckles nearby. I just spoke too and texted some of my out of town family. Just catching up and telling them how much  I’ll missed them this Easter holiday.

Fights and hard feelings with family and friends often melts away with distance and time. I know that some 30 years ago I made the right decision to leave my only home. On a whim, I moved my family to a place I never heard of on a dare. Through decades of struggle I peeled away at the bullshit that entangled me. It left me weakener, but freer than I have ever been. Now when I look at the people and places from my past, it saddens me. To see others still standing there. Made even more brittle by the effects of time and the inability to change.

“But why must things change?”, they ask. Do I have to change for changes sake? The world is constantly evolving. A tree grows, a tree dies, and from that a tiny seed takes it’s place. As the sun and wind both warm and cools my skin. The balance between kindness and indifference dominates me. No longer can I afford the bitterness I once carried. Nor can I bare to carry the weight of another ones sins. We all need peace and sense of being. So why not breathe deeply and listen to what the sight, sound, smells are telling you.