I’ve been looking for myself,
With time alone at the Oregon coast,
With prayer and meditation,
With Tarot and IChing,
And then on my way into town for groceries,
On my Silver Wing Honda Scooter,
It came to me.
I was reeling from the description of someone I love,
Of her torment and terror while abducted for over a year,
Wondering how it is that she could then construct the
Beautiful Angel she has beccome,
With a large heart, a mission in life, a caring spirit
Who gave food and shoes to the homeless,
Who hospiced people in transition
And hospiced dogs and cats through the last moments of their life,
And wept when they left this world, and then did it again
While standing up to the power structure, brave and
I knew that much of the reason for the latter was that
She survived the former with out committing a felony
By becoming Jewish; by becoming a nurse;
By becoming a human being who realizes that the others
Are human too.
She is the sum of the experiences of her life.
She is who she is.
And I am too.
I am me.
The same me that played cowboy with Keith and had a crush on Jerolyn,
The same me that made it through high school with girlfriends and drama.,
The same me that became a father, a devorced man, a husband and a
father of adopted children
I am no better nor worse than I have been all my life.
I am the sum of my experiences, some I chose and some that chose me.
And I’m not done yet, at age 74.
As long as I draw breath, the same me as always will persevere
And find happiness, the same way I did before.
I am exactly where and who I’m supposed to be and I don’t need anyone who denegrates that or tries to shame me.
I won’t let them, because