These Are The Materials My Path Is Made Of, Part I

Relations,

These are the materials my Path is made of. The bits, chunks, pieces, parts, patches and places that my Path has so blessedly been made of. Like the quilts made by them who came before me - my quilts are the love that I love to love to create love - and share love - even if it is but for a crossing of Paths. Or to create a brief moment of joy in a persons heart is the sinew I use to create dream catchers with. By the way it looks from this seat here, this shall be so for the remainder of my life and Path be made of red colored cement and yellow bricks.

Memories that become the fabric of what my life has been made of and worth living for. Oh, Life.

My greatest-best-good-friend and dearest wife. And our wonderful story's. Our history. Our dearest daughters. My Mom, Dad, Grand parents - Grandpa's and Abuelo's, our Grandma's and Abuela's, my brothers and my sisters - three of our nine done gone to Jesus. All and every one of my aunts and uncles, their way's of teaching. My cousins galore. My Blessed In-Law's, yes.

All of my Kinfolk from tree to tree and branch to branch. Such a rich history. Stories abundant with the rich and their greed and our poor. Those near and them afar. Them who were good and them who perpetrated evil. All past, present and future Kin have had influence on me. My Way's.

Friends who have been an integral part of my life and Path. Them who were once so dear and  important have remained so. I have enjoyed their company and I carry them in my thoughts and prayers. My classmates, from elementary, junior high and high school - several who are still dear friends of mine. Friends and my God, so many friends from the "blocks" we lived on. Them who fought side by my side when we had to take our stand for equal rights - for respect. When friends travel life following this type of Path, something happens between the parties involved. It is as if Great Spirit has family and friends for us in the North, East, South and West. Amen.

My fellow G.I.'s and troops during our times in the U.S. Army. So many ready to die and or give limb for. There was a handsome many I would've taken a bullet for. There was that bunch of fellow Humans there with me in the late 1970's, that whooped it up some and had one and an others back like stank on shit. Yes, it's true. It was living the life.

Yes, even them in the outer branches. my thousands and thousand's of associates, the many neighbors, peers and them who worked jobs along side of me. As we laughed, cried, and lived our lives - sometimes privately, sometimes no. Kindred have been abound plentiful. I am Blessed. Yes.

As of earlier today, this humble and simple blog has surpassed 18,200 guests. My Brothers and Sisters, My Cousins, My Dear Guests, you are always welcomed here and know dear Kind One's, I am touched by each and every guest who stops by for a spell. To catch up on the latest.

The Doctor''s that have been with me on this journey. The Audiologist. The Nurses, respiratory therapist's, the physical therapist's. The Physician Assistants. Dozens and dozens of clerks and aids. Book Keepers. Even the Bill Collector's. The surgeons. Radiologist.

The Folks who have entertained me with their music. Folks who shared their music with me. The World for having so much music, I don't know if I'll ever be able to listen to it all. This has not been some Quest of mine, I have have since childhood been wide open to the music of other cultures. Cool. Yes. The Folks who wrote, produced and preformed the music and the lyrics and tickled my innards or them who took me some place else or them that I cried with. My angry songs. I love them all.

Articles of clothing. Yes. Whether it be a special wind breaker or pair of sneakers or those special pair of Levi 501's that I adore. Sweaters that remind me of ex-lovers. Garments of clothing that represent very set times and places in my steps. My special blankets. My socks folded Army style. The way I was trained while in Basic Training. Jim? Do you still fold your socks like that?
Liz, do you? Oh please, Brenda's nerves! Ha!

My too many fellow Survivors Of Incest. Fellow Survivors of Sexual Abuse. Those very special Angels who shared their stories with my ears and mind and heart. My fellow Survivor's who succumbed to the weight and tortures of the Incest and Rape. Twenty year old beautiful Women don't just up and die from the asthma - it's the weight of having that shit on her young shoulders for so many of her young years. Young boys and girls don't naturally give our body's away and place our body's in harms way for the fun of it. Maybe for the fuck of it, but no, not the fun of being passed about like a toy. It is degrading to the point of total humiliation. For many, their lives have run their course and it wasn't healthy to be here anymore. My dearest fellow survivor's, I silently scream my love and solidarity with each and every of you.

Even those who have been my enemy know that I was cunningly polite and courteous. Yes, there may have been a couple of bouts with total good versus very evil. Evil does not win near as much as folks think. I know that - I am hre to tell you differently.