Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Great Leslie


Thinking for myself

I just read a wise tale, passed down to me via Coehlo. He recants a tale told by the Lebanese writer Mikail Naaime:

""We need to free ourselves from the slavery in which mankind keeps us,” an ox said to its companions. “For years we hear human beings saying that the door to freedom is stained with the blood of the martyrs. We will find it and will get in there with the power of four horns.”

They walked for days and nights through the road until they saw a door stained with blood.

"Here is the door to freedom,” they said. “We know our brothers were sacrificed in there.”

One by one, the oxen began to enter. And only inside, when it was way too late, did they realized that it was the door to the slaughterhouse."

I think. I act how I see fit. I often fail. But I am just trying to do the right thing. I believe most of us are this way, and only fear holds us back from the evolution.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


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This guy is a fucking stud.

4 Kids.
5 Grandkids.
He's also a brother, son, friend, mentor, leader, giver, provider, comedian, loving man, and most importantly...

Not. A. Quitter.

He walks the walk.

I dare anyone to say something different...ever.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

My Man

Sometimes I feel like Sean and I have been around this block before...maybe in a former life. I have that feeling about other people in my life lately,'s hard to articulate exactly how it feels, but it just seems like a familiarity that comes from inside the soul.

Sean is my man.

He's Beautiful.

He's a great big brother.

He's helpful and a hard worker.

He loves adventure, and will get to the top of any mountain he chooses to climb.

He's also missing his two front teeth right now with is way beyond awesome.

He's a love, and gives me bear hugs and snuggles on the couch when we watch Batman Begins. He is awesome at everything he does. He's sensitive like his dad.

He is my man.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Post up for a second

I'm hanging with the munchkins at the crib...finally. They are spending the night, we will get up early, I will make coffee and we will march up the street to the Balloon Races. I am as excited as they are!

And I just want to say that I have had a busy week, but a good one, too. I can't say that I have been more happy that I am right now in the last, oh...three months. I haven't been doing anything super special...just really enjoying two of the greatest gifts we are ever given in this life: friendship and love.

Life is good.

Friday, September 3, 2010

This Dude

I picked up Sean last night to hang out while Ireland went with her mom to dinner. Sean asked if he could swim and I agreed, then got a call from my sister inviting us to dinner. So I told Sean, "Sorry dude, but we gotta go. We'll swim another time."

He said OK, then proceeded to put this move in my face...

the kid wanted to get wet. I couldn't blame him, and I like his style.

So we went up to dinner, and hung out, and on the way back home, Rush came on the radio. Sean instantly picked up on the awesome drumming in the song, and asked about it. I told him, "It's funny you should ask, dude, because that's Neal Peart, and he is one of the best drummers of all time!"

Sean thought that was pretty awesome, and then, after a face-melting drum solo, he said, "WHOA, dad, how does he make his hands go so fast!? Turn it UP!"

I can't put into words how happy it made me that this conversation and the rocking out that happened the rest of the way home took place. It was just one of those moments when I realized how fucking cool this little dude is, and how lucky I am to be his dad.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Pretty smart dude

Albert Einstein once said, "There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle."

I found this little slice of wisdom quite serendipitously today. It was well timed in my life. I am not saying that I have ever believed that nothing is a miracle. To be honest, I have experienced many miracles in my own life. I don't feel the need to list them out right now, but know that they are real in my personal history. But as of late, I guess I have had a hard time seeing the silver lining, so to speak. Life has been a little trying, and I guess my supply of gratitude has been a little low.

I can't live that way. Gratitude is key to life.

So thanks, Albert, for popping up in my world, posthumously, to remind me of something that needed reflection: it's all good.

Onward to the next miracle.