Now, I get to tell you my favorite moment while I was in Texas interviewing my daddy.
As a prelude to readers who may not know the story, my daddy was a very VAULTED man. He never spoke any emotion. When he chatted on the phone, most conversations were short and spoke of two things, the weather and tractors and sometimes, fishing. But in the last two years, given time and nurturing, the vault has been slowly opening.
While I was in Texas, the vault opened and closed often. I never knew what day, what hour or even what minute my dad would choose to share. I made him my priority. I had some time with siblings, but even they knew my purpose for this trip was to spend time with him. One beautiful moment was when we got lost, Father’s Day Story.
THE BEST PART:
Twenty minutes before people came over for Father’s Day, my dad showed me a paper that had the AA Promise on it. I had seen the paper on the counter, but hadn’t really delved into it. It was brightly colored sunshine orange, and I briefly scanned it. Following intuition, I knew that my dad was showing me this paper for a reason, so I turned the video camera on it and started reading the promises out loud. I read through the entire document so I would have a recording of the paper in case he didn’t want me to have it. Again following my intuition, I was urged to ask him specific questions.
I asked dad what it meant to him when it asked “not to regret the past.” My dad sat back in his chair and began to tell me how the past was a teacher. Upon looking at my dad, he was relaxed and open and telling me straight up how he felt! I wanted to turn the video camera on him, but this action usually caused him to act goofy and uncomfortable and he would make funny faces instead of talking, so I left the camera focused downward so I could at least tape record his words.
On to the next questions: “No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others. That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.” Explain this section to me dad. My dad was really engrossed in speaking now and began talking with his hands, which I don’t remember seeing him do…but I use my hands a lot when talking and celebrated that I knew where it came from! Dad was settling in his chair, so I settled back in my chair and began lifting the camera focus up, but still not directly pointing it at dad. He hadn’t noticed too much and was still engrossed in conversation.
Finally, I slouched down in my chair a little more and faced the camera full on and began asking him more questions. Explain the fear you had of people dad? What about your fear of economic security?
My dad didn’t notice the camera because he was fully engaged in answering the question. He understood these questions like the back of his hand. He had lived these questions and knew that his very life depended on him living these principles.
“We suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.” I watched my daddy’s faith and convictions unfold. He had followed his intuition too and knew these promises were vital to keep. And because he kept these promises, we could talk today. I had never heard these promises full on before, though I had attended Al-Anon meetings many times. Someone had told me once that the AA principles weren’t really being used much any more, and many people questioned how much those principles actually helped people in the past. I can tell you from what I’ve witnessed, and that’s more than with my dad, these principles saved some lives and some families, and I’m grateful for them. We continued with our conversations, actually talking and breathing together. So raw. So real. So unpretentious. Me and my daddy.
Then a car pulled in the driveway and the spell was broken. But for these brief twenty minutes which will be a lifetime for me were very beautiful. And I remembered that it was because I was PRESENT in the moment and didn’t judge what happened or how it happened. And I fondly remember, it was just me and my daddy.
A most lovely poet at Forgotten Meadows has started a collaborative poem trend, two of my favorite things, poetry and collaboration! So, in honor of her, and to see what juicy words come, here is my starting phrase: “My Soul is Summoned…”
Isn’t it a curious phrase? What is your soul summoned to do?
It will be open until next Friday, the 27th, and I will make sure your contribution is posted in the order it comes. I look forward to seeing your “magic.” And hearing what you are summoned to do.
Happy poeting…(yes, poetry is an action!)
My Soul is Summoned
My soul is summoned, on barren lands, in the middle of nowhere, alone, it stands, free.
My Soul Summons me to Peaceful surrounds, to Light without sounds, to Love
without Boundaries.
My soul is summoned to answer calls Reverberating through subtle halls Where mankind has dwelt for far too long Deciding what is right and wrong. Step outside, there is no quiz Eternity just simply is.
My soul is summoned on wings to fly
High above an earthly sky
To take flight to a new world
A place with love, peace and flags unfurled
What will be there when you arrive?
Not for you to know, only to thrive.
Trust yourself and be off to explore
It is for you to love and nothing more.
My soul summon me through fire rise cast ash greyed mystery disguised walk no need to hide the eyes what calls to see but cross the water these pawmarks, mine, and most of all, for this to know that I am she, am this, forever soul
Frog #1 – looked like a handsome prince. But no, total frog…hopped in more than one garden and sat on more than one lily pad.
Frog #2 – nope, not really a frog, more like a toad actually, warts and all…and they’re the kind of warts that keep on giving. Also hopped on more than one lily pad…forgot he was watching them little tadpoles.
Frog #3 – like a frog in boiling water, hoppin’ mad ALL THE TIME!
Frog #4 – Now we’re moving a little closer to a prince, saw a beautiful Frogilina in me…caught me flies, bought me a nice lily or 2 for my pad…but it was time for him to find a new pond and have his own little tadpoles.
Frog #5 – shiny green, a happy little ribbitt, made sweet music along with the crickets and the little tadpoles…liked MY pond, caught me flies…made the pond we had a better place…nope, not really a frog…totally a prince…and when the moon hit just right…ahhhh.
Now the tadpoles are grown, a glowing slimy green themselves and happily hopping in their own pond. Though our pond is a little quieter, it is still a sublime place to be.
Maya Angelou didn’t know this then, but she probably knows it now, that her influence spread far and wide, by simply speaking her words aloud and lying them down on the path for others to pick up and use….sometimes wave like flags of freedom.
Maya (I feel close enough to her energy to call her by her first name) was first introduced to me in my early twenties through a book I had purchased at a garage sale, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.” I was so intrigued by the title, but I was more intrigued by her transformational story of turning a tragedy into triumph. From there ever after, my ears perked up each time I heard her name or heard a quote. I collected her quotes on calendars and notebooks and other wonderful items. I devoured her words like substance to nourish and encourage my soul.
In 2007, I wrote a poem to her. I had told my daughters of her triumphs and used her example of courage and overcoming to assist them through some difficult times. You can read that poem Ode to Maya here. What’s interesting to me, is that the week before she died, I felt compelled to post it on her web-site without knowing she was suffering physically. My heart must have known.
Fast forward to my 50th birthday party. There once was a time I thought I would dread this day, but my friend Barb had a most amazing day, and she and my husband convinced me it was a right of passage that I should celebrate to the max! As a matter of fact, Joe, my husband, reminded me that some of the women who changed the world did their best work after 50.
Here’s how I celebrated:
For my childhood years, we had Big Red soda, sidewalk chalk, bubbles and board games.
For my teenage years, we danced and ate fast fun food. Though some of the music didn’t exist from my teen years, it was fun to dance and do
For my womanhood, I read a two poems from Maya, Phenomenal Woman, which encourages a woman to truly be herself, and Still I Rise which encourages women to rise from their deepest darkest depths and walk boldly.
For motherhood, moms told their favorite mom stories.
And lastly, my husband crowned me and I went through an archway representing all the lovely women who had gone before me whom had changed the world. Joe made a powerpoint of these women, including Oprah Winfrey and Maya Angelou and other amazing women all over the world. He believed, like I believe, that we all have the power to move and change the world. Maya was there at my party. Her spirit permeated the cards I was given and the books and the quotes I received, for my friends all knew how much she moved me and called me to action.
What this amazing woman proved to me was that one woman, one man, CAN make a difference. We do it every day by owning who we truly are and BEING who we truly are meant to be. ~Nemaste my friends and love to you dearest Maya and family.