The Child is father of the Man

My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold

My heart leaps up when I behold

  A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

  Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

  I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth

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Unexpected. Like so many things you come to count on… like that your parents will always be around. That your home will always be your home. Until one day your parents disappear, the house gets sold and somebody else’s story takes hold where once it was your life.

It is one of the sad things when you “come of age”… it is learning that things simply vanish. Everything we have or think we own is simply on loan until it too vanishes or changes hands.

I am looking for a new optimism… and a new faith in life. When one is young, all is possible. As it should be. When I see young couples or kids or speak with 20 somethings, i envy them their youthful minds. Not bodies or lack of lines. But that they don’t see an end of days, but only reasons to get up out of bed and keep looking for tomorrow.

I’ve had so many good times here. Some very hurtful times too. It was, as has been said, the best of times and the worst of times.

But what lasts then?  The memories are varied. But the feelings are quite specific… a rush of fond memories and sad, soft feelings.

What is real, asked the rabbit?

buhdy, you are a grand skin horse. wise and vigilant.

if a donation will help to keep this place up and running, here, i’d gladly do that.

but perhaps you’re ready for some other incarnation.

best wishes, dear old mentor. and if you discover how to reclaim faith (maybe it’s what i’ve always considered optimism), please let me know.

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    • pfiore8 on November 17, 2010 at 1:20 pm
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    time for hatchets to be buried and to live up to this most wise goal.

    hugs and warm regards… pf8

    • pfiore8 on November 17, 2010 at 1:24 pm
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    if you, npk, otb want to stop by. settle in or simply use it as a place to work out some ideas for your next venture. we’d all be honored.

     

    • Diane G on November 17, 2010 at 2:21 pm

    I penned thoughts about this too this morning.

    http://wildwildleft.com/diary/

    This blog still registers huge site-meter hits, far more than yours and mine combined.

    That is so many minds that are reached daily.

    I guess I cannot fathom pulling the plug on something like this… hell I endure in the fight with fewer souls, regardless.

    I guess everyone has to fight the good fight their own way.

  1. The optimism, for sures.  I’m not a totally cynical dick,,, but hardly am I an optimist in totality.

    Three commas.  Think about it.  I’m pretty close to being a total, cynical dick.

    Whatever.  Here’s to buhdy!  The first and only time I met him (at a Kos event in SF) I hugged him.  Twice.  To my credit.

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