Caedmon Comma

We are more than we define ourselves by. We are more than our definition. When we look for more than what we more, is it because we are not aware of how much we have? 

 What does it mean to lose track of time? There is no tomorrow. There is no yesterday. There is only the present moment. How can we lose it? It is all there is.

Find yourself in the present moment, son. Know who you are in the now. Not who you will be someday. Not who you were in the past. No now. 

If you can find satisfaction and joy in the now. You have found it in eternity. 
 

"There is no path to happiness. Happiness is the path"

Carys Comma

I'm here. I've got you. That is what I whisper as I hold you in our small circle of light.

The shadows outside the circle are vague. They dart and weave through darkness.

We hear them out there. They whisper and hiss. Is it language they use, or is it just the guttural sounds of predation?

I can sense your tenseness, your concern, as we grip each other and will the darkness away. But, the darkness persists, the shadows harry our circle. 

You are crying now. What is it?

I don't know. Just hold on.

But, I soon sense the rising intensity of the darkness - the danger.

Suddenly, a streak of darkness darts into the light. It envelops you and yanks you away. I try to grip harder and so do you. But, the darkness overcomes us, pulling you away. I hear your scream fading into the darkness.

I go to chase you, but stop at the edge of the light. I look all around, panicked. Desperation is filling my mind. My sanity is losing its hinges. I feel compelled to run headlong into the dark. I feel compelled to search for you, find you, and bring you back to this safety, to this circle.

Yet, I remain. I do not run into the darkness. I do not brave the wild shadows.

Instead, I sit. I begin to pray.

From time to time, I stand and look all around as far as I can see. I do this over and over. I sit and pray, then stand up and peer all around through the darkness. I will continue to do this and I do not know how long.

But, I hope.

I hope that one day I will see, somewhere in the dark, a small circle of light bravely piercing through.

... 

Caedmon Comma

We unknowingly veer from our best and from what is best for us. We sometimes drift off course, even while searching for destination. Perhaps, we just snooze at the wheel. Whatever the case, we end up at a place foreign and uncomfortable.

We forget that which is meant to guide us. We forget the navigational beacons that populate our lives and our souls.

When they are working, these beacons point us toward the best places for us. They show us the way through dangerous travel and assist us in finding the destinations that we need. When we leave these beacons, or ignore them, we find peril or hardship.

At times, it may be necessary to leave the guidance of the beacons. At times, you may have to explore the wild places beyond safety. There, you will experience toil, loss, and bewilderment. You will grow weary from facing the challenges and you will long for better places, for safety.

Remember, you can always go back. You can always find those beacons and follow them back to the path you once knew.

And when you do, we will be waiting and joyful with your return,

Dad

Carys Comma

Caribou,

You shock the ancestry - the lineage. The history of you before and the you that is yet to be pivots on your momentous now.

You... Now...

The You Now savages the timeline with your temporal compassion.

The You Now enforces the immediacy of the present.

The You Now puts me on my heels, and prompts me to recognize your alien propiniquity... your salvific proximity.

I have always been a creature of the past, and sometimes the future. But, the present... that is where I struggle. This must create a tension.

I want to be better... 

... like you.

Dad

Carys Comma

Caribou,

I am happiest when we are all together - when we are in each other's presence.

Happiness has been a mystery to me for a long time. You have taught me so much about it, When you are happy, you are luminous and intoxicating. You are able to enchant everyone in your vicinity with your gaiety. Typically, your joy is on display when you will purposefully do something ridiculous, and then, in response to your own actions break out in to a fit of wild giggles. Your hilarity spreads to your susceptible mother and your less willing brother. And I, well I'm also swept up into all that is you.

But, these moments fill me with awe. I am awed by you and your joyous capacity.

Since the day you were born, you have exercised an incredible power over this family. You hypnotize us with incantations of your very self. The energy of your spirit flows into out lives and it energizes us. Your power is like that of the Sun, which rises even after the darkest night.

Thank you for being you, my daughter. I hope you always are.


Dad