Pass Those Along

 

The sun takes flight above a sea of grey thunderous skies, while the tornado warning of the past few hours fades away. Opening the windows to my study I see the wind swirling in the branches, while birds come out to sing their songs. I’ve lived through tornados and hurricanes and the feeling the air presses on your chest and ain’t feeling any of that at the moment. So I guzzle down my witches brew and focus my ears on the sound of the field birds outside.

Other than that it’s eerily quiet for a mid-week morning. The highway hardly makes a sound as my bride unloads the dish washer into the cabinets and drawers. Still an unfamiliar routine I have trouble wrapping my head around, considering the shotgun shack we lived in for ten years. But I do miss the openness and the backyard still, while the modern conveniences of hot running water more than compensate. It’s funny how life changes, yet often stays the same.

My backyard now consists of a boundary fence overlooking a field of pecan trees behind a modern evangelical church with manicured lawns and a paved parking lot. While my front yard consists of an often noisy breezeway usually full of youngins and even louder mommas. The scent of cigarettes and weed often fills the air, scaring away my kids from visiting. But the thought of that only makes me laugh thinking about some of the places I lived and hung around in my youth.

But I guess that’s what happens when you give them a sheltered life. Away from the usual crime and vices associated with poverty. I seen enough drug use and partying in my youth to last me a lifetime. I suppose by the time I had kids, I had already lived such a life of duality and morals, that none of those vices matter much anymore. But such as it is, with the wind dying down and the clouds beginning to lighten. Life is all about the experiences you live and how you pass those along. 

#Duality #Morals #Fear #Experience #Life