Walking With Children

We descended stone stairs and walked through green to the river...the backs of my children...Juliana Skye slung to my chest...we went into a valley of water...

We took the day off from school as a day of freedom, and we walked freely in the day...we walked Hacklebarney State Park...it was much needed time in the woods for all of us...I needed to feel connected to the living world...I will seek more of that in our lives...

Walking with my boys was a deep prayer in the woods...walking with my daughter pressed to me is a holy chant...vespers...winter's beauty...

My little love clings to my chest and my heart...boys bouldering waterfalls...she and I walk tightly...

This pouch holds baby Juliana Skye...this pouch is a gorilla sack...Man jump rocks with baby girl...Man-Daddy.Man Mad...

I love that I hold this baby being with me where ever I go, and I always have three boys ahead of me...walking

I'm a dad, and I'm walking into me...

I have a great writing assignment coming up...A fall ride around Lake Hopatcong...a reflective piece about the change of seasons and life reflections, years end on it's way...I can not wait to ride...I believe Beautiful Holly and Juliana will be on that journey...

Beautiful Holly was not at Hacklebarny today...No mommy...Just dad walking...and watching his boys walk...



Wishing Beautiful Holly shared in this day...loving the valley air...the boys in the natural world...my mind set like mist...my Father mind aware of what's ahead...

My week alone with Juliana ends in two days...I need to concentrate on the mission of words...I was blessed with this time...my blessings rain down...

I took pears and potato chips, probably not enough formula, a book of poems I didn't read, diapers, lemonade...we were just so damn ready for the wild...crazies of a mad mad world gone madder...

My boys were boys, I jumped and climbed like daddy monkey with baby monkey girl...We rule earth today together...



The sun came down like pillars, like radiant light shafts...light fought through: giving us the day...this day was poured on my life like water on the head...

These back shots of them moving away from me constantly haunt me...I see them going and going, my boys just going...walking

Walking is a great bond...water wraps around the land...my heart canoes the waters of earth...I stir my boys through great water...I lead in the valley...

Resting by the river...a pear, some light, all the enchantment that truly does exist...God right in your hand as you bite it...resting is a bond...

I love fruit...I love the fruit of my Holly girl...I love this lush life..

My journey is the heart...human is empty...I search for heart...

The bridge I cross is above sky, and water is a mirror...the mirror is fluid...

  

The end of my journey, and the journey itself, is all Heaven consumed with fire...

This Babyness...my little love is the life of me...Children rule my world...I am Mad the Father...

Walking has given us the day and we took the day with our feet...our hearts took the day with our shoes...

My life is a menagerie of thoughts, feelings, hauntings, places...and the places we go we walk to go...
This is for my children...because we're all alive...