Father's Day I have celebrated, NOW that I live in an Orphaned Age, by visiting the woman that my father called his "best friend." I rang the ranch style bell and accepted her son Ed's invitation to "come in" and "sit down." I appreciated his refraining from smoking while I was there, reaffirming our parents' upbringing.
We talked of private family matters like what our story has to do with Cinderella. Seth and Lexi will need to know someday that I sent my self styled "wicked stepmother" our love. Those were her words, not mine, and how she came to choose that role is confidential in my book. The stories she or others may tell I allow to go unchallenged. Time will reveal the truth.
I spoke of my gratitude to Friends and colleagues like Sparky & Red who have transported me bodily and spiritually between the two cities of La Junta and Rocky Ford so that I am able to do rounds in both places. I have promised to incorporate this visiting of their little ranch to the east of the former into the pattern that I intend to make the habit of my heart. You may want to refer to the roadmap post as I found that rounds in La Junta resemble a circle of circles completing hard times as predicted in Aztec calendar mythology.
Posted for "Our Father" by Missy, a Child of God.
