Making Widows Wince

“…Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.” Shelley, Ozymandias About Humility He got up at a meeting, fresh from 25 years in state prison for murdering a family of four while drunk, and said: “Before I went to prison, I prayed for patience. What I got in prison was lessons in patience.” He was on the AA circuit now, guest hosting meetings and bouncing around the state as a rough type of celebrity. His story hard and brittle, his punishment severe and all of it only slightly tinged with any sort of redemption. His was a cautionary tale for people trying to make gods out of lesser role models in order to justify and forgive their own failures as human beings. Patched patches of Bondo’d spittle like the rest of us. The family he killed were mangled and burned into charcoal in the wreck of their car outside the town of Lone Tree California. Life teaches you lessons at the level of

‘I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth…’ ‘Some kind of night into your darkness Colors your eyes with what's not there. ’ Mazzy Star Sometimes the battle is getting others seeing the truth of you, no matter how forceful you say it, or what the documentation you bring to the argument. Sometimes it’s not enough to be clear even though you could not be more clear. I have used the start of the following song for years as a meditative device. I sing it under my breath over and over. It’s my go to chant that’s worked for decades. It's a Door’s song about Otis Redding -- but I substitute the word god for the word Otis and have found it makes all the difference. It’s my religion. “Poor Otis dead and gone Left me here to sing his song. “Pretty little girl with a red dress on.” Poor Otis dead and gone” God is dead, but I’m not – My purpose is to sing about life, while lamenting the loss of the father -- Unders