writing a story

In 1978 I had an adventure with the daughter of a friend of mine at that time. I was 29 years old and my friends daughter was eight. I had friends living in Tucson Arizona and I was in Houston Texas, and thought it would be a good idea to hitchhike with my friends daughter to visit friends in Tucson. At the encouragement of a friend of mine I have begun to write about this experience. I did record the experience in writing and gave it to my traveling companion. I've since written to her by e-mail asking if she would send a copy, and although she said that she would I have lost communication with her and never received a copy. It was many years ago but the experience was such a positive one that I am certain I can remember enough of the story to recall and convey that particular trip.

I've had the good fortune to have recorded a lot in writing beginning in 1968 from Vietnam. As I get older by the minute it is nice to look back and to be able to read what I was thinking and what was going on pretty much from that time until present day. Hopefully I will reconnect with my traveling companion and obtain a copy of that original writing to help with the memories of that trip. For now however I will continue writing that story and hope to complete it soon. My original intentions were to finish the writing of Whiteblooms, but I have found as an old Persian poet once wrote, I start off in one direction and end up going somewhere completely different. This  has been the way for me in that I will be determined to write of a specific idea, and another will take precedence and replace my predetermined destination.

Yesterday I placed a few decorations on the front of the house. When my son was younger he and I would make a new decoration each year, and display at Christmas time. Still deciding whether or not to put up the outside lights, but it pretty much decided on not putting up a tree this year. Looking forward to spending time with my son and grandson, and will be guarded against the well-known holiday blues. There is a poem that I wrote called Borderline Blues, which I believe I wrote one Christmas Eve a few years ago.

12/24/01

How are you doing with the Christmas Blues?

How are you doing with the Christmas blues?

I asked myself this question and wondered if you might ask this question too.

I thought of Christmas’s past but they are all gone.

I thought of Christmas futures,but they are yet to come.

Christmas is now or at least this Christmas Eve,

and I give thanks for what I have and for what I believe.

Merry Christmas and I hope you don’t feel alone or blue,

Merry Christmas and remember to rejoice for the love God has for you.

turns out borderline blues was a completely different writing but the one I had in mind is the one above. The verses below I wrote several years ago as well and usually send that out in an e-mail, but not every year, so thought I would post it here for this year.

 Christmas the Gift is love

Another year almost complete, the hard times where they belong in the past.

Years go by slow till they end, and they always end to fast.

A celebration always at this time of year.

The same people who struggled with doubts and some with fear,

now can smile and speak of good cheer.

Thank God for getting us here again to share our love with one another.

Christmas, don't forget to love and share your gift with those who may need what only you have to give.

The gift is love, so let it glow don't keep it hid.

Idealism or hope has been present in me for some time and in spite of 62 years of reality still rely heavily upon both.