Archive for November, 2015

Mischief…

Posted in Where Angels Perch on November 28, 2015 by rodzink

20151128_092141…and it begins….

I am reminded each morning… from the first shout echoing down the stairs… to the evening strolls…pointing out the moon… the way they follow each other… fight…play…giggle….hug…. misbehave.. The faint beams of light from flashlights casting shadows throughout the house as the sound of their shouts and stomping feet follow… I am afforded a glimpse into future mischief.

I  have a new journey… a journey of culture… of faith… of two little boys… of binasarati prema… their journey….

 

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….of words that only the two of them will know…phrases…hints of their Mother’s special secrets lovingly whispered at bedtime…at meals… during discipline…  cultural festivities and holy days…. long Indian movies… beautiful prayers.

…pitching tents and carrying backpacks…rolling in leaves… evenings spent on a distant brow just to watch God darken a sky…  listen for His words… His guidance…

…. of being taught compassion… and character… kindness… learning to hear a voice that is bigger than theirs…finding comfort in giving their best…to others… and knowing that there is no alternative to doing good…

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…. of embracing their heritage… understanding who they are… who they are to each other… the strength in their likenesses…and differences… what they share…and how very much they are loved…

Shakirin…

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags on November 23, 2015 by rodzink

Shakirin….Thankful… Ābhārī… we have so much for which to be  thankful… That our team won on Saturday… our car repair was less than we feared… the dinner out last night was delicious….we got a seat without a reservation…

Grateful…. grateful is different.  Gratefulness requires looking back at where we were…or seeing the mishap we’ve managed to miss…. So…. this holiday…..

I am Grateful that I’m in a home…with standing walls… heat…potable water… a full pantry…warm clothes. I’m grateful my kids have bedrooms and books…and education… and as the temperature drops this winter.. I’m not concerned about keeping my kids warm… healthy.

I am Grateful that I’m not handing my child… to his mother as she steps into a questionably safe vessel… about to set out across a frightening sea….uncertain where the current will carry them…uncertain if this is the last time I will look into their faces….

I am Grateful… my kids have a future… my wife is safe… that kids can worship God… love those that worship differently… grateful my boys will not grow up and die on the streets of their own community by an aggressive zealot…  and my daughter… I can’t even go there.

I am Grateful… my country will argue…debate….elect a leader from another party.. and everyone will grumble.. and live to repeat the same steps.. in four years.

I am Grateful… my family isn’t trudging forward in a million-man march…carrying our kids…our belongings…. hoping to find refuge….acceptance…. peace… somewhere….anywhere… other than where we’ve been….

I’m Grateful for this country.. for the freedom she provides.. for the security she has ensured… the opportunities available… the diversity…the democracy… for the people I call my family…my friends…my neighbors…

I am Grateful I can read the Bible… the Torah… Quran… or nothing at all.  I can choose whether to love… diet…convert…sing…dance… pray… vote… be silent…or speak out… friend….unfriend… extend a hand… or clenched fist….. And fear not for any of these decisions.

I’m Grateful…. that God, in Heaven… is  in control…somehow, in His infinite wisdom.. He looks down on the world…hears their prayers in a thousand languages….knows their hearts in one voice… that we were created of a single soul…and He loves us all… man…woman…child… Christian….Jew… Hindu…Muslim…. unbeliever… sinner….saint.

I am Grateful…. truly grateful…. that my God chose… for whatever reason…. to grant me this life…in this place…with such trivial obstacles…far, far from a world that is collapsing… crumbling down with bombs from a dark night… I’m not huddled in my basement with crying children… praying that the noise….the explosions…the gunfire… the heartless voices outside find another target… ……..kids….just….like….mine…

 

 

 

Growing up…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch on November 14, 2015 by rodzink

Last night….last night ended with a flashlight chase in the woods… playfully…. she roamed the hardwood…scanning the ground and trees… for the ‘possum that attempted to pass us…. it had no idea that my daughter would pursue..just for fun….  But moments prior… we were sitting near our modest fire…sipping coffee… in deep conversation.

It occurred to me last night… this was my little girl…growing up.. this was what her…my…. adult relationship… would look like.
We talked about school… politics….religion….her childhood… what she learned…and carried with her… Why ISIS?…. why refugees?…. how could anyone vote for Trump?…. We stared into a fire…talked of the hundreds of camping adventures and hiking…. and sipped coffee.

While she spoke, I realized how mature she had become… Even at 15, she put thought into life… her future… She shared with me her feelings about me… and I shared with her… mine… My deep…deep love for her.  It’s true…. we are of one soul…

Then… she spoke the words…. “So….Dad…. there’s this boy….”

It wasn’t painful…. it wasn’t shocking…. and my first reaction was not to get the shotgun out of the closet.  She is bright…. She told me the things a Father wants to hear…… The boy is smart… plays chess….rock climbs… He has written her an extremely long, apparently well-written, letter… one that she offered to share…. and, as difficult as it was…. I declined….

Tender…. memorable… sweet…. conversation…. then…. the ‘possum… I suppose, in the grand scheme of things… God, Himself, placed that critter in our yard… He knew at any moment… I would shed a tear…. or completely lose any ability to speak.

Seconds later…. streams of light pierced the scarcely leafed trees… and scanned the ground… laughter….giggles… For a moment, I saw the little girl I had raised…. scampering through the woods…. and I missed her already… I missed the previous hour… I tried to replay it…. carve it immediately into my very being, like a name on a stalwart Oak…. a place to return and run my hands across the letters…. the memory…..  I love this kid so much..so very…very…much.  Continue reading