Eliminating Words

"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup ..."

John Lennon had a way with words.

I do too but I'm not using them as much anymore.

I'm more into syllables.

Mum ... Da ... Lala ... and such as I speak in the idiom of the other, in my case a one year old taking her first crack at "language."

It's always good to go back to the basics, I suppose, and that's certainly what I'm doing.

Sarah's helpful with this journey too as she often says, "I simply asked you a 'yes' or 'no' question. I don't need an explanation."

I'm big on long, thoughtful responses detailing and interpreting the facts.

My wife cuts to the chase.

Plus the past several months were full of distractions.

Another Hurricane hit our home submerging bedrooms in salt water with Sea Lice swimming in it.

A Lawsuit managed by a greedy lawyer instigated by an ex motivated by the money she loved in our relationship because there isn't much more she cares for except herself.

Jobs lost, unanticipated home repairs, giving up permanent transportation so our daughter has it, and an acceptance of living in new ways provide ample material but little inspiration.

Instead I push our daughter around the island, showing her the beauties of the Ocean, island life eccentricities, giving her a hundred kisses every day and speaking in Syllables she understands.

I focus on giving Sarah simple answers to often complex questions as she manages our household because she's far better at it than I having grown comfortable without having to be the one in charge of everything.

It's not to say I wasn't good when I was in charge but, honestly speaking, my results were mixed, a perfect balance of incredible achievements with mind numbing losses.

I'm learning new ways now.

Besides one year old Che's more into music ... grinning, dancing and drumming whenever I strum the guitar or Sarah plays piano ... than books ... though she does enjoy eating the printed word.

I still deal words at Bar Church on Sunday's but they're spoken and freely given away to whoever chooses to worship but my stories are overshadowed by the beauty of live music.

Writing is a glorious world unto itself where I create the realities I choose over the one I may actually be living.

I'll get back to it in time but right now I've eliminated words from my life to live exclusively in the reality of here and now.

'Nuff said, as the old saying goes.