Tag: fatherhood
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Afternoon Mindfulness ~XXVI~
10/1/22 “Whenever we touch nature we get clean. People who have got dirty through too much civilisation take a walk in the woods, or a bath in the sea. Entering the unconscious, entering yourself through dreams, is touching nature from the inside and this is the same thing, things are put right again.” ~ C.G. […]
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Bat Dad
Bat Dad I fight the battles most men will know NOTHING about…..and I thank God for that.
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The Carols of Charadadonika
Have you ever empathized witha Cherokeeor a Mexican or a worn out Jewor a small Afgan kidfar away from his home and kinaway from his Known placeaway from the ancient formswithout the means to celebratein the true wayby the old songin the distant toungewithout the weird, worn garbof the fallen ancestors? what do they do? […]
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Bless You, Father
Our dysfunctional relationship with emotions has glorified the idea that men should be strong, dissociated machines. The men of our collective are deeply suffering — mostly silently. Unable to be vulnerable. Many of them have been shamed for crying (or showing any emotion at all) since the time they were children. Our men don’t need […]
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I Caught A Fucking Spider
I caught a fucking spiderBut he is not so smallA brown and hairy tarantula,With furry face, arms, all. I caught a fucking spiderMy kid said “Dad! New pet!”And I, the grownup (the man of the house)thick bullets started to sweat. I caught a fucking spider(and managed not to cry!)The boy cried “Chewie! I’m Han! Let’s […]
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I Sat Down With My Child
“I Sat Down With My Child” I sat down with my child. I asked him what was wrong.He looked away, said “everything’s great” and sang a lonely song. I listened to his rhythm. I hummed creative cut.I looked at himsaid “lovely, son” but door to room was shut._________ I sat down with my child.I asked […]
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(Lyrics) “There Is No Fear”
There Is No FearNov 24, 2020 November 24, 2020 “There Is No Fear”Lyrics by Charlie YoungMusic and arrangement by Charlie Young ——— Caught tiptoeingto the kitchen.I know that feeling staring back at me.Little one. My souls own.Seven years young.Those stony eyes betraya fear I’ve known for years.That goddamn, crumbling peace – and my father’s ghost […]