Fore casting…

To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood,

to combine the child’s sense of wonder and novelty with the appearance which every day,

for perhaps forty years has rendered familiar:

With sun and moon and stars throughout the year

And man and woman.

This is the character and privilege of genius…

(Source unknown)

as found in The Ecology of Imagination in Childhood by Edith Cobb

One of the things,

I’m astounded by,

is the notion,

that there are children,

of any age,

who fantasize,

about their,

divorced parents,

getting back,

together…

For the love,

of God,

I don’t even want,

to see my parents,

at all,

let alone,

be in the same,

proximity,

of the two of them,

being within,

a fifty mile,

radius,

of each other…

And when,

Starshine,

and Little Gem,

are having,

a cat fight,

I start screaming too,

things like,

That’s it!!!

I’m phoning,

your father!

These words are,

the break it up,

equivalent,

of a fire hose,

with extra pressure,

added,

by the threat,

that I’m going to tell him,

I want to be friends…

Little Gem is the first,

to shift her outrage,

and protest,

I don’t want you,

being friends,

with Papa…

How would that,

even work???!

Starshine just laughs,

mid-kick,

with her wsidom,

of 1,000 years,

There’s a reason why,

you two,

are not together…

Don’t mess,

with reason,

when its going,

your way…

By that time,

the cat fight,

is over,

and we’re back,

to sharing,

ice cream,

sandwiches,

in more peace,

than a yoga class,

with the explosion,

blowing away,

in the wind…

I recently,

had a dream,

I was mounted,

on the back,

of Roberto Luongo,

waiting to spring,

from the gate…

And as we broke out,

on the way,

to a new team,

I saw the stands filled,

with so-called,

Canucks fans,

stuck in their Exer-saucers,

lapping up,

spilled milk…

I didn’t use a whip,

to push Luongo,

across the wire…

I only asked him,

with a thought,

that said,

Come on Cowboy!

You can do this!

And we were having,

the time,

of our lives,

as we made it,

into,

the clubhouse turn…

There are some rabbits,

that like to,

spend the day,

preening,

themselves,

and there are others,

who love to renovate,

anything,

put in their path,

and they begin,

their work day,

at 5 am.

come rain,

or shine…

I know this,

from my own experience,

because I have one,

who when given,

a cardboard box,

will immediately,

make openings,

for light,

and excavate,

the flooring,

with his two,

front teeth,

before settling down,

for a well-earned,

afternoon,

nap…

There are,

only a few,

more weeks,

left,

of the meet,

at Hastings Racecourse,

and I’ve learned,

a lot,

about the intense,

similarities,

between what,

women do,

with children,

in the public,

education system,

and what men do,

with young horses,

in the racing industry…

When I’m interrupted,

from my work,

preparing a horse,

for a race,

by the words,

Ram it in there,

Cocksucker!!!

I think,

I may have,

found myself,

on a construction site…

But the reality is,

what I’m overhearing,

is one man,

demanding another,

do something,

they think,

doesn’t hurt,

a horse,

while using a lip chain,

AND twitch

to keep,

the horse’s mind,

on other things,

while they call themselves,

trainers…

Trainers seeking profit,

off the body,

of a living being,

forced to work,

with only one degree,

of separation,

from a pimp…

There are people,

who say,

for good reason,

I’m not into,

horse racing…

I’m not into,

horse racing,

either…

But when,

cooling out,

a race horse,

in the test barn,

who just ran,

her heart out,

to finish second,

from out,

of nowhere,

I find,

it’s the closest,

I can currently,

get,

to God…

And quite frankly,

on a Sunday morning,

or any other,

for that matter,

there is,

no other church,

I’d rather,

attend…