We should not miss the further complexity of being a human being by pointing to one flaw after another and dismissing any innate goodness in our nature. One bad apple just tastes bad and should not be brought to the banquet table. Beware of those who tell others what to do because of the length of their list of rules. Visit, instead, places of adventure tucked away in valleys. Sit behind a roadside lemonade stand and sell a cup or two for a quarter. And on days of sickness pull out those notes written by daughters in unsure handwriting filled with I love yous and You're the best daddy.
A daughter's note begins a journal from long ago taped to the first page saying I love you. Time and seasons allow such words to guide us into mystery in a meaningful way.
A drawn rainbow shimmers on the page, orange, green and blue, under a scribbled rain. A snowman holds up its arms, wearing a black hat and purple scarf, smiling. Pictures exchanged by sisters, taped to a page long ago,
…after Gregory Orr
Let’s remake the world by pedaling faster
because the Dairy Queen can’t wait
at the end of our bicycle ride.
And the smiles speed brings
to the faces of my daughters
pulled along behind me
makes the circling madness
of my legs make sense.
Let’s “Go faster, Daddy!
so fast that our hair,
rushing behind us,
can’t catch us
and won’t get stuck
in the ice cream.”