Friday, January 13, 2017

Fathers & Snowflakes, Update

Growing up

We learn by doing, by walking our own labyrinths, an often solitary trek though inter-generational.

As to Fathers on our journeys, we imagine, we hope that they protect their children, teach skills, integrity, boundary, and most of all consequences... or that has been the archetype.  

Friends who attend to the introspection of winter's long nights are reporting big pain-release of old family stuff.

Indeed, the legacy of Fathers pulses highly charged at our time in the world.  Not all of us make it through to healing:

We're a few generations into broken families, societally: Daddy's gone missing in the welfare state, and Daddy's MIA as both parents frenetically hold down high-stress jobs and commutes. 
That is, if they can find jobs.

With many Daddy's missing in custody-fight divorce, we are hearth and home uprooted. Some of us are homeless altogether.

Am wondering about the hysterical emoting and violence, encouraged and funded---toward a President-Elect who vows adult-consequences---to government corruption and rape of the economy.

The guy's a dramatically imperfect, in-yo-face Alpha Male. 

Segments of the US seem to be acting out, as though catharting a Borderline-magnitude "abandonment rage."
Our Millennial "snowflakes" raised by daycare, by indulgent guilty absent parents and government schools, come to pieces if not rewarded/never thwarted.

It's a striking failure of reality-check on the spectre of growing up. 

It is many generations and long time since the belt-tightening and shocks of the Great Depression.

8 April 2017, Update:

This winter, a Pueblo man died gently in his sleep after celebration of his hundred years on earth

Just a boy gone to war long ago, he was the last local survivor who had walked the Bataan Death March, its brutality, degradation and staggering loss of life.

Liberated from that hell at war's end, he returned emaciated to his ancient Pueblo community. 

He was fed the "Three Sisters" foods of maize, beans and orange-meat squash. Buffalo and elk were hunted for him. Ceremonies of healing were performed. 

He recovered and did service to his Tiwa heritage and mentored their struggling youth. 

As an Elder and Father, he lived and worked to heal relations among all those who love the land.

Rio Grande Gorge Bridge
a rift valley


At January 13, 2017 at 10:00 AM , Blogger Wayfarer said...

Friday the Thirteenth?!! Has she lost her mind?

It's an interesting day, remembered, a 12th century monstrousness. The Pope had given the Knights Templar the task of safeguarding the routes to the Holy Land... At the time of Saladin and the war crimes of the Crusades.

The assignment morphed into a mega-lucrative arrangement. Knights Templar became the international bnakers (at interest) of the Medieval world. They lent gold to Kings, a tricky prospect; kings didn't always pay back their loans.

The King of France solved that wee problem by launching a Friday the 13th raid on the Templars, destroying them nastily and repudiating his royal debt.

"Have a nice day" did not apply. Hence, a day of infamy.


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