Well, you asked for it, but first I have to say this about that......
In my transition from adult to senior adult, (my old age) I'm finding that wisdom seems to come a lot easier to me when I'm reading it from others. It's pretty hard for a person like me to live it; but certainly I do believe in it and try to gauge my life in some of the directions I feel
spiritually (and I'm not referring directly to religion) enrich me. When I came back on last week; it wasn't a planned deal, I just happened to call Ran while driving down to San Diego on a beautiful Wednesday morning. It may have been the best day of the year for that matter, and weather wise it was neither too cold nor too hot. It was perfect and the conversation--my first with Ran in some time was great to touch bases with a friend, one of my favorites in Golf. His website has enriched my life over and over, but his friendship, well, make that friendships I've made here, well you can't pay that back enough.
You see, things weren't all that easy with my departure some months ago, and there was a lot of anger that just isn't good. It really isn't. But it took some advice from another friend close to this website and close to golf to slap me in the head and tell me,
Hey, you should really make amends...." (with Ran) and I did something quite unique for me.
I listened.....
Well after this amazingly beautiful day in San Diego, I'm driving home and I'm just thinking about how great the day is, how great my life is, despite that we are not admitting to ourselves that we are in the next Great Depression, that still, I'm happy. I'm really, really happy. Suddenly, I get home, plop myself down in front of the computer, check my email, go see some of the latest drag racing rumblings and rumors and then just happen to click on this very website and see a post on poetry, where the starter of the thread is posting "poetry."
And that just about ruined my entire day...
It was then I realized just how much this website had regressed and who we celebrate; which for me, flies into the face of what this website is about. A lot of times the website celebrates mediocrity and even now, worse, bad poetry. So, it was at this precise time I emailed Ran, Ben and others that it was time for me to come back, and here I am. So for the most part, you all have to live with me thanks to Jay Flemma's poetry.
Thanks Jay, Thanks a lot! Just when I thought I was out, you pulled me back in!
So, the excerpt from Hendra's book,
Father Joe: The Man Who Saved My Soul:"The advice I've gotten from every source, if I wanted to arrive at a similar apotheosis, was: listen.
Listen at every level: to the words, the emotions, the intent of the others. Be completely open to them, bring nothing preconceived or prepared to the moment. Listen and then speak only to what you've heard. Do that, and you can't go wrong."
Suddenly, Jay Flemma's poetry and his writing really isn't all that bad--
NOT!!!!