I hate a thief more than any as theft is the root of most malady, as exampled by the liar who steals ones trust. It seems all discord in life is caused by theft so therefore a thief is whom I despise the most and it is Age who is the biggest thief of all. Shaughn Gray
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Age
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Day of Forever Change.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009
Setting at work today with the entire floor of the Detective Bureau to myself. The pay is double time for working the holiday and with Christmas just around the corner the money is needed.
We have two children with us this year, Raymond and the newest addition Amanda. Both children are long term placements and possible adoption candidates.
I have renewed my relationship with my step-daughter Amanda who is the oldest daughter of my second wife. She has a good husband and two beautiful children.
We have been allowed two visits with our former foster children and their older sister. We enjoyed their visits immensely.
Haven't been as faithful to this blog as I should be but have been going through a period of busy distraction.
All is well today.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Marching in time.
It was a brisk late summer morning this morning. The cool 48 degree air wafted past my face and ears whispering of the coming winter as I walked to the barn to feed the horses and livestock.
It is this morning time that I usually use to organize my mind for the day and sort of allow my self to emotionally gage just where I am.
I’ve had some conflicts of mind lately while contemplating the demands of the present, the losses of the past and the uncertain future within my personal involvements. My youngest son will be moving out of town soon which will ultimately leave me without the interaction between us I have become accustomed too and brought on the latest emotional malaise.
I miss the relationships I had with my children whether they be natural, step or adopted. I miss the Williamson children terribly and worry about their future while knowing that I am powerless to improve it.
I realize that within all these conflicts runs the thread of natural change within a lifetime and concede to the inevitable while cautiously still peering forward to what might be.
I guess the most prominent thing I am sensing is the immediate lack of a young adult or adults to share with and teach. Is this empty nest syndrome?
Until recently I have always had an awakening mind nearby eager to explore new experiences and share the joy while searching for advice or counsel. I guess I became accustomed to vicariously reliving the discovery days of young adulthood through those young people who came my way by family or life’s events.
I always assumed that I would have my family around me no matter the situation and always be secure in a vision of the future with those I know being there as they had been in the past. It is a little disquieting when contemplating not having a young adult near whom you can attach or share dreams and hopes for their future and enjoy the experience of observing their discoveries within life.
I have plenty to keep me busy for at least the next couple of months and hopefully occupied.
I still have the pasture to divide up for the horses, Llamas and Emus.
I have horse stalls to build onto the back and sides of the barn.
Patty and I will be heading down to Vanderbilt University Hospital soon with a side stop on the way home to attend her best friend’s son’s wedding and I am contemplating an idea for a Halloween treasure hunt this year but still unsure as to the effort.
I guess this upcoming span of time through the holidays will be a time of transitions. Though the unknown future is standing there stark devoid and grey, it is also what every adventure is rooted in, Discovery, I’ll settle for that…
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Finding Amber.
Setting boundaries.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I found a box of clay...
Any way as I was rummaging around, I ran into a large box of artist quality modeling clay that I recognized as the clay that we had purchased for our daughter Misty when she first came to live with us five years ago.
I began to reminisce about our time with her despite a self imposed rule not to do so in an attempt to dull feelings of loss, as usual though it only takes that one trigger and off I went down memory lane.
I recalled that here was the box of clay that was meant to represent Misty’s new awakening or rebirth into a world of unbridled opportunity, to do exactly as she wished instead of everything wished of her. This box along with a large artist’s easel, paints, brushes, and whole room put aside as her art studio were the result of her mere suggestion that she always wished for the tools to express herself in her art. We were her new caretakers so it was our obligation to provide her with every opportunity.
I remembered that as the time passed, the clay was not used and the months slid into years. The box of clay began to take on another persona more to the negative instead of its original purpose of setting her free. The box became a reminder of Misty’s inability of original thought or creative thinking robbed from her by the lack of hope during an abusive childhood. This box of clay became both the symbol of the faint hope of one day sculpting something from her soul while also representing waste and unrealized dreams.
It hit me then in the close summer heat of my garage while obtaining that suitcase for one child preparing to leave just what that box actually represented… As nothing was done with the potential of the clay within the box it seemed that the potential we saw in Misty sat as the clay had sat unused and unrealized. It felt at that moment that five years of teaching, caring and loving were contained in that cold uncaring lump of clay and once again I cried…
Time will tell with Misty and hopefully some day soon she will come to know that her potential is limitless, her story inspiring, her person unique and her spirit deserving of true love.