Tender Was the Night
Dear Eugene, Last evening after dinner I was working on my lawn again. The shrub hedges around my backyard can now be properly called trees. I am no arborist but I know if I am to ask a little child she'll point at them and call them "big trees." Well, it's too late now. I know I will need to hire someone to do the cutting. My Green Bin can't contain the fell of even one cut and my green thumbs are getting old. Yeah, I felt old last night. When a heart is tender the limbs go with it. This past weekend God broke my family down so to grant us a breakthrough. Now we are entering, opening up a new field that is strangely familiar, if we have only taken a glimpse of it in our dream individual and collective, to recover a lost memory. Things are righted but there will still be wrongs. It got easier and it will get harder. You, Jesus , I said, the Master of everything . Even of irony. Cynicism and stoicism are the two main r...