For a friend…”So Much Space to Believe”

Chapter 5…In which a beautiful man loses his father

“Lying on the roof counting
The stars that fill the sky I wonder if
Someone in the heavens looking back down on me,
I’ll never know
So much space to believe…”
Dave Matthews, “You Never Know”

“On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.”
Jack Kerouac, “Big Sur”

I picture our world like a giant three dimensional globe made of a grid of golden threads. Below us a world of substance and stability and deep, deep holes. Above us the stars and the mysteries and lots of comets to reach for. We balance on the threads. Clinging like spiders. Making our home on tenuous ground. Above us, those stars sparkle and burn out and explode and become more stars. The energy of it all overwhelms me. We are the puzzle piece. We are the spark. We are the energy of this life.

So you have your options. You can choose to be the Worker struggling to save your spot. “Breathing just to breathe.” You can be the Destroyer using your hate and criticism to break the ties. Or you can be the Builder. The Giver. You hand out love and hugs and tolerance like trick-or-treats. You are the house on the street where you know you’ll get the giant candy bar. You are home plate. You are the sanctuary. You hold the magnet and you share the gift…

Einstein said, “Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.” So here we are sputtering through the world. Here is where my friend’s loss lies. He’s been the beneficiary of his father’s love and in turn, he radiates that Love back to others. It really seems like a good system. I like the idea that when someone dies it is as though they are just in the next room. Listening to the music, sharing the wisdom if you listen carefully, still teaching, still being your dad. Still loving you.
It’s ok…he’s busy being a part of Infinity.

God bless you, my dear friend. Your dad will always be listening.


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