Month: October 2010

Scottish Blessing
May the blessing of light be on you
Light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire,
So that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you,
Like a candle set in the window of a house,
Bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
May the blessing of the rain be on you,
May it beat upon your Spirit
And wash it fair and clean,
And leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines,
And sometimes a star.
May the blessing of the earth be on you,
Soft under your feet as you pass along the roads,
Soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day;
And may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.
May it rest so lightly over you
That your soul may be out from under it quickly;
Up and off and on its way to God.
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St. Anne’s Reel

Ron is leaving today. In about an hour, we’ll be on our way to Logan.
As usual, I’m not completely in touch with how I feel about that.
I do know that we’ve both changed. I can see it in his face, and maybe he can see it in mine.
We are bonded, as they say, and that it’ll be an interesting trick to sustain that while we are separated.

He was trying to fill the holes in his heart.

I was wearing a series of ill-fitting shoes: promising at first, but after a while, they hurt the feet. Eventually, you have to take them off and throw them away.

Who knows, we may actually have stumbled on the real deal.

We had a nice supper last night – baked cod, brown sugar/butter glazed carrots, salad, scratch-baked sour cream chocolate cake with homemade icing. Emme and I baked the cake the day before, an experiment to please Grandpa Ron, who said he’s been trying to find a recipe for that cake since the 1950’s.

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It makes sense to feel a connection with the person who shares DNA with your child(ren), which must be confusing for a woman who has kids with more than one father. How do you keep all that straight?
John Walton or “Pa” Ingalls would find plenty to wear in my closet: flannel shirts and jeans. Dress shirts. Even a tie.
I’ve (almost) become the kind of man I wanted to find as a life partner, a “Pa” rather than a Hef: solid and dependable, albeit not much fun.
I haven’t forced myself into situations in which I had the opportunity to make enough mistakes in the carpentry/plumbing/electrical sphere to be fully competent.
Aside from that, I’m a hell of a guy: hard-working, loyal, self-disciplined, sacrificing for the family.
In some ways, I was raised as a Jewish boy: good grades, good debating skills, well-read, serious, happy with small things like coffee and a newspaper in the morning.
Sharing my head but not my heart.
After this past week, I’m starting to feel like I’m missing out: an appreciation of art and fashion. A feminine style and attitude. Something back there in Cambridge in 1969 that got lost along the way.
There’s more. I’ll return to this entry as it comes to me.