Their favorite treat is bananas.
And there's much, much more.
Do you think animals are smart?
Well, how can an elephant do art?
Which are you? An animal, or two?
And this question goes to you!
by Mac.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Which Are You?
Monkeys are grumpy, funky, and stompy.
They yell louder than a ROAR!
Their favorite treat is bananas.
And there's much, much more.
Do you think animals are smart?
Well, how can an elephant do art?
Which are you? An animal, or two?
And this question goes to you!
by Mac.
Their favorite treat is bananas.
And there's much, much more.
Do you think animals are smart?
Well, how can an elephant do art?
Which are you? An animal, or two?
And this question goes to you!
by Mac.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Your Apart-from-me Life
Go on
Your apart-from-me life where
I'm sure you'll find the sun
Rises every day
Apart from me
Apart from me are
Reasons to laugh or cry
With joys and aches
And I'm sure there will be arms
And hands and
Soft warm assuring voices in your
Apart-from-me life
Apart from me
And my random thoughts
Apart from my hopes
And hearing about your day
And your dreams
And watching your eyes
And flitting hands
Apart from my side
And walks on the beach
And your cold fingers folded
Into mine
And your cheek resting
Lightly
On my shoulder
Apart from all that --
You'll breath
And walk in your
Apart-from-me life
You have
A part from me
With your
Apart-from-me life
-- And that's okay
Because
It's yours
It's yours now and --
I never wanted it back
So
Go on
Apart from me and
Live.
-
Status?
Today, while the sun rose high, a looming dark cloud blew over, and left me changed. My wife moved out.
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For several months, my family has known that July 1st, 2014 was coming. Along with a few of her friends, I helped to load and unload the boxes and furniture. Then, after a brief hug, I drove away, single. I am sad and lonely, ...and--after weeks of seeing those boxes filled, and carrying them into the garage--I'm also relieved, for both of us.
...I have no idea what to think about my own life from here. I personally know, now, that in marriage and relationships many things can go right, and it can still all go so very "wrong." On the other hand, "wrong" is not entirely accurate. I do deeply regret everything I did and didn't do. I am at a loss at what to do with all the expectations and dreams that have slipped away from us.
That said, I do not despise, I cherish the 21+ years we had as a married couple and family, and I have been slowly accepting the new relationship we hope to navigate as separate parents and friends. In spite of where we find ourselves now, the love and experiences we had were not false; our love was not a lie. Today, the marriage lies broken, but we stand up and press forward as a "bi-nuclear" family. We have two beautiful boisterous boys and a new kind of friendship to nurture.
Along with this, I have been trying to ignore a sinus-turned-bronchial infection, but finally went to a "Prompt-Care" facility. I checked in, and was already confronted with the inevitable question, "Marital status?" For the first time, it had to be said out-loud, both to the woman behind the desk, and also to the new stranger in my own skin. "Separated ...as of today."
I do not know what it means to be me and single. This is not who I expected to be, or wanted to be, when I grew up. Will I like "single-Greg"? Six months ago that sounded a lot like death. Yet, here I am: alive.
I am sad, but not devastated. I grieve, but still have hope. (Sounds like a familiar passage - 2 Corinthians 4:8.) I've always preached and believed in redemption. Now, it seems that I get to live through it.
For several months, my family has known that July 1st, 2014 was coming. Along with a few of her friends, I helped to load and unload the boxes and furniture. Then, after a brief hug, I drove away, single. I am sad and lonely, ...and--after weeks of seeing those boxes filled, and carrying them into the garage--I'm also relieved, for both of us.
...I have no idea what to think about my own life from here. I personally know, now, that in marriage and relationships many things can go right, and it can still all go so very "wrong." On the other hand, "wrong" is not entirely accurate. I do deeply regret everything I did and didn't do. I am at a loss at what to do with all the expectations and dreams that have slipped away from us.
That said, I do not despise, I cherish the 21+ years we had as a married couple and family, and I have been slowly accepting the new relationship we hope to navigate as separate parents and friends. In spite of where we find ourselves now, the love and experiences we had were not false; our love was not a lie. Today, the marriage lies broken, but we stand up and press forward as a "bi-nuclear" family. We have two beautiful boisterous boys and a new kind of friendship to nurture.
Along with this, I have been trying to ignore a sinus-turned-bronchial infection, but finally went to a "Prompt-Care" facility. I checked in, and was already confronted with the inevitable question, "Marital status?" For the first time, it had to be said out-loud, both to the woman behind the desk, and also to the new stranger in my own skin. "Separated ...as of today."
I do not know what it means to be me and single. This is not who I expected to be, or wanted to be, when I grew up. Will I like "single-Greg"? Six months ago that sounded a lot like death. Yet, here I am: alive.
I am sad, but not devastated. I grieve, but still have hope. (Sounds like a familiar passage - 2 Corinthians 4:8.) I've always preached and believed in redemption. Now, it seems that I get to live through it.
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