No one would ever dare

F       I       S       H

in  a  mud  puddle

and expect to come away

with a bountiful

C          A         T          C        H

T  H  A  T

is   the   definition   of

E   X   T   R   E   M   E         F   I   S   H   I   N   G

.         .        .but  maybe  this  is  the

I  R  O  N  Y

of all

I     R     O     N     I     E     S:

we’ll never really know

because we’ll never be so foolish to

D           A          R          E

F          I          S         H

in  a  mud  puddle.          .          .

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm   of  the  DAY:

Why  expect  the  unexpected  when  you  don’t  do  the  un-do-able.          .          .

Time   to

done

gone

fishing

where  the  fish  have  never  bitten

because they’ve never been fished

.          .          .even one who’s never

line-in-the-water-fished

can’t  much  expect  a  nibble

from  a  line  that  never  gets  near  the

w     a     t     e     r

.            .            .the  impossible  rarely  gets  done

not  because  of  failure

but  just  because  of  zero  attempt (s)

Great   Day   for   E X T R E M E   Fishing

Mud Puddles–

Join   me

(No bait necessary)

You’ll  come  away

with  a

W H A L E      OF    A    FISH    STORY

second  to  none.     .     .

We have forgotten how to be kids, huh?

Wouldn’t it be great

if there was a Charter School that

all adults

were mandated to attend

O  F  T  E  N

to learn how to be a kid again

or merely stay a child

or to dare be a child.          .          .

Kids would be teachers

and we’d all major in

R E C E S S

We’d learn their math
(That 1 + 1 = way more than two)

we’d learn their language

we’d learn their dream power

we’d learn their art techniques

we’d sing their kind of music

we’d have lunch time of ice-cream and cotton candy for a day

we’d major in mud puddle jumping

 J  U  S  T        B  E  C  A  U  S  E

 like Miss Emma

my colleague, Rachel’s daughter

who found pure joy

not by walking the zoo and seeing all of the animals

but finding a puddle shortly after a rain storm

and being ALLOWED by mom

to jump away happily.          .          .

ahhhhh.            .            .

to jump untethered in a mud puddle

or to go fishing in it and expect so much to catch fish

so much so

that you actually bring the tartar sauce along.        .        .

Pablo Picasso was right, wasn’t he:

“EVERYTHING  YOU  CAN  IMAGINE  IS  REAL; EVERY  CHILD  IS  AN  ARTIST, THE  PROBLEM  IS  HOW  TO  REMAIN  AN  ARTIST  ONCE  HE  GROWS  UP.”

This past weekend I became a child again.       .       .

but it was even more momentarily

than my several firsts go throughs.          .         .

We visited our daughter Zoe, our son-in-law Mark and our

granddaughter, Evey .        .        .

.          .          .literally moments before we were leaving

Eve forget to hold on to a coffee table and took

6-8 unassisted steps

HER  FIRSTS

and made us feel like we were taking our

First few steps.          .          .

my 62 year old heart

beat excitedly younger.          .          .

Some 12 hours later

a large part of our family gathered together

to celebrate my dad’s Birthday

We sang  HAPPY BIRTHDAY

ate cake, cupcakes, Birthday potluck foods

and celebrated that

L          I          F          E

is never made up from how many Candles are found on a Cake

so   much   as

M            O            M            E            N            T            S

.            .            .m   o   m   e   n   t   s

that aren’t defined by any age

so much as the endless child inside of us

desperately fighting to simply remain

a     c  h  i  l  d

reaching for a hand to hold

a dream to imagine

a song to sing

a  jingle  to  dance

a food to eat

a picture to create

and yes.          .          .

a puddle to jump into

again and again and again and.         .          .

Just in time to jump into a pile of leaves that begs never to be left alone

Life  is  filled  with

F     I     R     S     T           S     T     E     P     S

and D A N C I N G

our  A-B-C’ S

like TOMORROW

and YESTERDAY

is our forever

T   O   D   A  Y

and  that  our  best  creations 

are very next ones.          .          .

Now, that’s worth singing

H A P P Y     B I R T H D AY

with the loud refrain of

O N E     M O R E     T I M E 

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One   of   our   biggest   flaws

in day to day

l               i               v               i               n               g  

is    N  O  T

n        o        t        i        c        i        n        g

what  we

r   e   c   o   g   n   i   z   e.        .        .

The   Sun   Shines.     .     .

on   Raining   Days

even   if

especially   if

you   n o t i c e

you simply r e c o g n i z e

or better still.          .          .

m  a  n  u  f  a  c  t  u  r  e—

C             R             E             A             T             E    

I    T

The  truest  WEDDING DAY

isn’t when two people come together

to pledge their devoted/dedicated love

it’s when they realize

that there’s never been a moment

T   H   A   T

hasn’t   existed

when   they   first    became

a  h a v e n

S   H   E   L   T   E   R

to each’s

other

.          .          .rain

sleet

snow

sun brightly shining

(especially in the darkest, most stormiest of nights)