giacomo balla street light
i'm so blessed
so frightened
to be the father
of my children
coming to terms
1 day ago
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
my bicycle blog
blogs i admire
-
-
GAZA IS A DOOR5 days ago
-
Hello darkness my old friend,2 months ago
-
Final4 months ago
-
-
Passion/Dispassion6 months ago
-
Cooking Back8 months ago
-
Spinoff the book of the year10 months ago
-
Reflections10 months ago
-
-
An Important Anthology1 year ago
-
Tear of Hope1 year ago
-
-
Just a week3 years ago
-
Tuesday, September 115 years ago
-
-
Later Gator5 years ago
-
New Births on the Edge of Winter5 years ago
-
-
Quietly Tending7 years ago
-
No Turning Back7 years ago
-
-
I beg to differ7 years ago
-
While you fly.8 years ago
-
Mag 3128 years ago
-
repressed action8 years ago
-
Coastal Cleanup9 years ago
-
I've moved blog houses9 years ago
-
-
New Blog9 years ago
-
-
-
A Fond Farewell10 years ago
-
Ultimate Dumfries and Galloway11 years ago
-
potato time11 years ago
-
-
Raincheck in a drought12 years ago
-
washed stones: a new space to write12 years ago
-
To deliver oneself up to silence12 years ago
-
Book Ten, Page Twelve12 years ago
-
A bit of earth12 years ago
-
With our thanks12 years ago
-
Deeds not Words12 years ago
-
Moon in Telescope12 years ago
-
-
Time to Play!13 years ago
-
Melody Gardot - I love this voice....13 years ago
-
A Full Year of Rumi Readings13 years ago
blog archive
-
▼
2011
(365)
-
▼
March
(31)
- a return
- paintings
- mirror miracle
- spring rush
- relationship
- meanderings
- friendboats
- benevolence
- from where i began
- and for where
- 3:05 a.m.
- signs
- inside a moment
- the song
- red dancer
- in this softly painted place
- unfurling
- the river's prose
- barebones
- i am becoming
- closer
- solace in the great spaces
- the old farmhouse
- knitting hermit
- the warlock
- in the attic
- suspicious smoke
- cloud mothers
- the shadows we cast
- street light (2)
- street light
-
▼
March
(31)
22 comments:
Ah, something only a father would understand (I mean this in a good, gravity-grounding kids root you to what's important in the universe way).
It is an awesome, awe-filled, awe-inspiring thing, isn't it?
It's wonderful that you feel it so fully and completely.
I fear many fathers do not.
"The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder." ~Virginia Woolf
Parenting is sublime, isn't it? At some point the equation of caring comes to a balance point, and as we get really old, the direction of the flow of caring reverses. Remembering that, it's important to do the best job you can.
Very nice the composition )
a nice defiance))
terresa - every day as a dad is a gift. truly it is. the gift sometimes looks like suffering, sometimes like surprise, sometimes like discovering that love has even greater depths than i have known before. thanks for your thoughtful comment. steven
hello jo! the woolf quote carries the weight of this piece very nicely. thankyou for adding it here. steven
dan - i know that the care i share in all its forms is a possibility that is carried by whomever it reaches. they can then choose to welcome some or all of its form into their own living. steven
thankyou matias! defiance! steven
Fatherhood is both a gift and a burden, Steven. I can imagine you bear it well.
Your humility here is wonderful.
i do share and identify.
~robert
Fantastic photograph steven - and yes parenthood is scary, I agree.
Wow. Twelve words says it all. Your children are very very lucky.
Oh yes, and what a beautiful picture.
Oh we talk of this often, Steven, looking back, Don and I. How did it come out? We made mistakes, but they are pretty great people. The main thing was we loved them. They knew it and they felt it, and they still know and feel it. Everything else seems to get taken care of. But I tore my hair out with daughter.
As for other kinds of fear, I don't know how we ever get through that about our kids.
As a Grandma and a Mom, I have NO DOUBT you will raise fine children into caring and generous adults with your soulful soul! Does that make sense?
vicki - thankyou very much - your thoughts make sense . . . i am so gratful for the gift of my children and i don't want to miss any opportunity to celebrate that gift. steven
ruth - i know that the day will arrive when i am able to look back at this time, perhaps laugh, perhaps cry again, but it's a rich time filled with possibility and hope and then also the most tender connection. steven
titus - well thankyou! steven
reya - they are so much who they are and i can see so many people in my life in them and then also people no longer in my life. it's such a fascinating and then also devastating humbling reminding rewarding experience. there is no knowing what each day will bring. steven
weaver i knew you'd know! steven
hello robert - it's one of the places of greatest learning for me. steven
elisabeth - i wake each day looking forward to seeing them. they aren't always as anxious to see me. at day's end when i hug them both and wish them good dreams i feel the ache of separation. in-between i wonder what they are and even who they are becoming. so much unfolds without me. steven
Post a Comment