reX.'s
raMbles! . . .
tHurs.
day, maRch 8, 2001
wHo's
paRent might it be?. . .
leaVin' this morn with geNe to go visit my moM. and help her moVe
into her new caSa! .. am soooo eX.cited..
but..
got baD. eMail-neWs tHIs
mornin'.. fRom misTress saRah.. my good fRiend from highschool..
her faTher died .. i sent her a mail really quick telling her i
was goin' to be out of town.. and if she needed me to call and leave
a message at my home phone on how to reach her.. sHe would be goin'
home as well..
but ..
for very different reasons
tHan i..
her daD. .. all of our
paRents.. bRo's.. siS's.. in my tRibe in highschool became eVerybody's
family as well.. so it wHas hard to take the news.. and knowin'
hiM.. knowin' her.. knowin' how much sHe must be goin' through right
this moment .. accepting.. realizing tHat he has made a passage
to another world..
it's tRippy mann.. wHay..
that passagae and how we all deal with it..
i lit the "laughter"
candle before geNe and i caught our caB. to the ferry building..
and said a prayer..
sometimes.. laughter
saves me.. not to say that this is a laughing matter.. but i know
tHat wHen ePs passed on this last year.. i didnt cRy.. i laughed..
i wHas high on her passage.. still holding on to her.. feeling her..
and feeling her release and relief.. wHen she did make it.. i became
overjoyed for her in a wierd wHay..
i didnt want her to be
in pain anymore.. and sometimes it comes to that point for certain
living beings.. knowing that we are gonna make our passage.. being
in pain.. or suffering..tHen making that final release... and that
is measured very differently for each being.. im sure..
saRah.. i love you sWeety..
and am holding you tight.. giving you waRmth and my praYers..
bLess your daD. mann..
for being all of our daD.'s.. and how he influenced you ..because
you are a very good person darling.. such as he.. you carry on ..
wHat he influenced on you .. wear that proudly girl..
...
im tHrowin' in tHat "positive
energy" candle for the trip to my moM.'s.. we are gonna need
that for her moVe.. her neW home.. and her new gateway presented
in her life..
something else wHas sent
in email as well tHat i wanted to sHare as sort of a rememberance
of wHy we are here.. and wHy we should enjoy every second of our
lifes.. and not eVer become resigned to be bitter with liFe.. it
caMe at a perfect moment...
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I would show men how
very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when
they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to
be in love!
If for an instant
God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece
of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I
would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their
worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty
seconds of light. I would walk when
others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen
when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give
me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first
into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God,
if
I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun
to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti
poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals...
My god, if I had a
piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling
the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman
and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love
with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that
they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they
grow old when they cease to be in
love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to
fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with
old age, but with forgetting.
So much have I learned
from you, oh men... I have learned that everyone wants to live on
the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is
in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes
for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has
him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to
look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his
feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they
won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase,
unhappily shall I be dying.
-
GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
peaCe to eVeryone and
laughter to heal your paiN .. see you wHen i geT back from moM.'s..
xx
reX.
take
it to realiTy...
