Alice

Alice

Sunday, June 26, 2011

A SUNDAY HAIKU FOR YOU

MOMMY AND DADDY
IN THE KITCHEN, FLEUR DE LAIT 
ALICE WANTS SOME TOO!   

Maybe next year Sweet Alice.

Love Grampa           



Saturday, June 25, 2011

Broken Hearts, Wounded Spirits


Sweet Alice,

Broken hearts/Wounded Spirits 

It's never too early to talk about broken hearts Alice.
Your heart will most probably be broken one day.
Your spirit most probably will be wounded one day.

Truth is Alice, brokenness is just an opening for wholeness,
If you do the hard work of  healing.

So the first time this happens to you Alice, and you are old enough to understand
that this is what is happening,
Don't linger too long in the "victim" circle,
Let the brokenness or the wound become your teacher.

That's one way to understand Leonard Cohen's verse:

"that's how the light gets in"

Doing the hard work of healing your brokenness and woundedness will allow you to 
RING YOUR BELL
"YOUR"
Bell!




"Anthem"

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in. 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Sunday Haiku For You Alice

Simple gifts from you,
breathing in and breathing out.
Alice in our lives.

Happy First Father's Day to your Daddy



Alice,
This is your Daddy's, my son's, first Father's day.
You did a very good job last night reminding him that he is now a Father.
He was up walking around with you until midnight.
I think you wanted to bring in this first Father's Day with a bang.
Congratulations! You did!
It's 8:00 am and he is still in bed.
You have had your breakfast and now sleeping in Lala's arms.

Way to go girl!

I want to write to you about Father's and Daughters later on. And I will.

But you have made a great start. It will not be the last time you keep your Daddy up, walking around the house just because he has a daughter.

Love you "Button",
Grampa

Saturday, June 18, 2011

GETTING TO KNOW YOU BETTER


Sweet Alice,
I'm here at your house now, getting to know you better. That is a picture of your beautiful, innocent face taken by your daddy. But guess what I have gotten to know better Alice?

That little quiet, still, innocent face and mouth  SQUAWKS!

That's right Alice. You are a squawker!
Does this mean you will fly someday?

Well , not literally Alice.

But your mother and daddy and all those who love you will do all in our power to give you the wings to fly and find the freedom to be you,
Alice!
And if that squawking is part of that freedom...

Then Fly Free Bird!!



Love,
Grampa

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Birthing and Borning





Sweet Alice,

So here you are twelve days ago, announcing to the world that you were here. Being born is different from giving birth, I imagine. Well, actually, I'm not sure. Which is tougher? I have no idea.

 I've only been born and that never seems to end in my life. Except I can't tell if it is being born or giving birth any more. It's probably being born because giving birth seems to speak to something outside of ourselves and separate at some point in time.
But then again, my experience seems to suggest otherwise.

This giving birth and being born seem to become one, not two, as we move through this life.

OK, I know this is getting complicated at this point. Just trust me. Birthing and "borning" (doubt that's a word) are a big part of what this life is about, when lived with intention.

I can promise you this, if you ever find out what you are passionate about and become intimate with that passion you will not need to come to me and ask me what these words are all about.

You will come to me and say, "Gosh Grampa, what an awesome life!"

Keep Birthing and Borning Alice!

Love,
Grampa

Thursday, June 9, 2011

My Sweet Alice - A Life Being Uncovered


SWEET ALICE,

Your life is so new. We are so new together. Heck, we have not really been together just yet, but don't worry that will change.

Your life is just now being uncovered. What will it be like?

Well, no matter how many "un-coverings" take place,

you will always be covered in the love of your family.

So when you find yourself out there in this life without a blanket and you are feeling a bit of a chill,

Remember there is always a  warm blanket of love with your family,

Ready to take the chill away.

Love,

Grampa


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Art Of Sharing


Sweet Alice,
So I decided it is only fair to "Big Ed" that I offer this picture to you. After all you are his granddaughter as much as you are mine.

It's kind of my way of saying that I am willing to share, of course it's not like I have a choice in the matter. My goodness, your mother is his daughter!

Anyway, he is a great storyteller, so you will have some wonderful times listening to his stories.

 I think I can speak for both of us when I say we are truly looking forward to sharing our lives with you.

So today is about "sharing" Alice.

That's a good word for you to think about.
Learn to share Alice.

Grampa and Big Ed will do our best to be an example in our love for you.

Love,
Grampa,
and of course Big Ed

Friday, June 3, 2011

Welcome Home Alice Catherine, Time To Start Cooking This Life


Dear Alice,
You spent your first night at home last night. I hope it went well for all concerned. 

And so it is the memories begin.

Making a life together with those who love you.

And making a life together is kind of like cooking a pot of soup Alice.
It takes several ingredients to make a good soup and it needs to be cooked slowly.

There are all kinds of soups Alice and all kinds of ingredients!

But every pot of good soup must begin with a good base.

May I suggest you consider Love.

Study all it's properties, study the many ways it has been used and mis-used.

Then pour it in the pot of life and start cooking.

Smell the sweet aroma throughout your whole house.


Nothing like a pot of soup on the stove Alice,


Especially one started with the ingredient of LOVE.

Let's start cooking!

love,
Grampa

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Welcome To Our World Alice Catherine Faulkner

Born May 31, 2011
7lbs 5oz
20 3/4 inches
Born on your father's 35th birthday

Your first Haiku from Grampa

Late summer May day,
We are warmed by the season,
Season of your birth!




P.S.
Who was that little boy in my dream?


Love you Alice Catherine,
Grampa