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Far too many years my Daughter has suffered heart ache from what I did not give.

Many ghosts linger on, haunting her subconscious, making it difficult for her to live

a normal existence, not consciously understanding the mechanisms that drives her action.

Waves roll relentlessly upon the oceans of time, turmoil beneath the surface, a distraction

carrying within its meandering currents, so much debris, propelling it, often in my direction

Offering up explanations, facts, no excuses, just regrets, seems not to offer any satisfaction

 

for this beautiful Girl / Woman who has decided to give up control and let her emotions flow.

having the professionals guide a direction to the places she would like, needs and wants to go.

Always pleasing, looking for approval, being the best are no longer reactions she needs to show.

 

I am beginning to think the ghosts are dissipating, becoming a faint vapor from the past, evaporating

 from the bright light of understanding, accepting, realizing that by letting go life will be more captivating.

The debris left upon the beaches of her life will be washed away with the outgoing tides, will be animating,

B. J. A. 2

November 9^th, 2014

 Epilogue

 My Daughters, fifty year journey, walking the rocky shores of her life

is alighting on pristine, sandy beaches, to the rhythms of soft waves

eroding away all the jagged edges of her earlier life’s adventures .  

 

The folly of a young man Lost opportunities, lost moments

 

Our World as seniors

 

Lifes Journey

 

Spaced Out / Inner Space

 

Beginnings. In between. Endings

 

Time and history

                                       Time and history

 

Finally caught up with this hurricane of my passing of time,

time that has given way to moments of contemplation, reflection,

moments of replication that have permeated my hours, days, weeks,

months since that fateful, September day, when I left the land

 

of my wayward youth and headed west as a young - old - man.

That fateful day got me caught up in a thunder storm

that lingers heavily over my head, crashing down, crushing,

doing so until January, when its force unleashes its full furry.

 

Setting off a negative charge, sending its destructive forces

into this journey through what was and the coming of its time.

Time during this period spent in front of my one eyed monster

(( computer monitor )) now lying dormant in the passing of time.

 

Time that allows me spaces to climb upon and ride words,

words that lay upon paper highways leading back into history.

History of Family warriors going back hundreds of years,

history of a cousin {{ E Pauline Johnson }} Tekahionwake .

B. J. “A ” 2

                                        December 28^th,2023