Generosity of Spirit

Everybody
Is freaking out
All the time

Be more good
Than you want

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They are kind and smart,
Often clever or funny,
When they smile at me
The whole world feels sunny.

I'm a lucky man
Cause there's still one thing,
Both of my kids
Are damn interesting.

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Musing Ze Bemusement du Phantase

This is the life. Air conditioning, machine made cubed ice and ozone-depravity induced 105 degree summer mornings. My word, I'm a lucky man. Woke to the therapeutic rhythm of my eleven year-old son's manicured hands massaging my edemic feet. His purposeful and strong hands kneaded my aches away before I was even cognizant of their presence. Glorious, good child. While my fingers worked to pry the eye-cake from my lashes, his eight year-old sister, humming perfect-pitched and angel stepping through the room so as not to disrupt her brother, brought my breakfast on an orderly serving tray up from the kitchen. Without speaking to each other (merely a glance to cue their attentive timing), they both then slipped silent out of the room, leaving me to dine languidly over my fluffed mushroom/brie omelet, twelve pieces of bacon, butter lathered rye toast and espresso. Some guys have all the luck -- but I'm not one of em. The thing of it is, is it's all in the parenting. My children's generosity of spirit is a direct reflection of the spectacularly well-placed lessons they've learned from my actions. No need in feigning humility here, as they themselves will be the first to offer praise and appreciation for the gifts of love and discipline that I heap on them daily. My remarkableness is astounding, even to me. Sometimes.

*~*
Lowell Lipton
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Experiments in Jocular Bemusement

This morning, after yelling at the children to close the blinds and watch more tv, my wife and went to the supermarket and stole stuff. Well, 'borrowed stuff' would be more accurate, but you understand complicitly all about that. We filled our matching sweat pants with canned goods -- raviolios, sliced peaches, brown gravy and the like.

Our couples therapist had encouraged us to actively listen to each other with more empathy, and it turned out we both yearned for more frequent acts of reckless vandalism. You think you know people. So, in loving tribute to our ongoing rejection of isolated solitude, we emptied the cans of their regulated contents, and replaced them with haggis, borscht, and cracker-jack prize tattoos. Then, we reentered the market and returned the cans to their original locations.

We celebrated our newfound togetherness with Starbucks and then went to a Tea Party rally where we renewed our vows and protested against the federal disbursement of funds to cripples and old people.

As Helen Keller reminded us all, "where are my keys?"

Expertiments In Jocular Bemusement

Je nais se cae se ra se ra

This morning, after yelling at the children to close the blinds and watch more tv, my wife and went to the supermarket and stole stuff. Well, 'borrowed stuff' would be more accurate, but you understand complicitly all about that. We filled our matching sweat pants with canned goods -- raviolios, sliced peaches, brown gravy and the like.

Our couples therapist had encouraged us to actively listen to each other with more empathy, and it turned out we both yearned for more frequent acts of reckless vandalism. You think you know people.

So, in loving tribute to our ongoing rejection of isolated solitude, we emptied the cans of their regulated contents, and replaced them with haggis, borscht, and cracker-jack prize tattoos. Then, we reentered the market and returned the cans to their original locations.

We celebrated our newfound togetherness with Starbucks and then went to a Tea Party rally where we renewed our vows and protested against the federal disbursement of funds to cripples and old people.

As Helen Keller reminded us all, "where are my keys?"

*~*
Lowell Lipton
(512) 656-4099

The BLOG:
http://carnefelize.posterous.com
http://carnefelize.blogspot.com

The WEB Site:
http://2yxc.zapd.co/?device=browser

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