Tonight was the best Halloween I ever had.
I gave my Grand Daughter her first Halloween candy.
I took her Trick or Treating to her first three houses on Halloween.
She called me Grand Da Da for the first time. Close enough to Grandpa for me.
I was treated to pizza by my Daughter-in-Law and Son Micheal after Trick or Treating.
This is the best of all lifetimes!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
the laughing warrior
"No mother, I don't want to fight."
"You shame me. How did I give birth to such a coward?"
"The whole village should run away we can't defeat them."
Mother slaps me hard and I begin to laugh that insane laugh I laugh when I'm scared.
She slaps me again and I stop laughing, numb with the knowledge I'm going to die soon.
I walked outside my stone and straw home. I picked up my weapon, a long wooden pole sharpen on one end. I began to laugh again. I laughed a mindless fearful laugh. As I marched towards the Roman Army I laughed. As they killed me I laughed.
I moved towards the light of the heart of the Earth Mother and laughed with joy. I would know the light by many names in many deaths but this was the the only time I came to the light as a laughing warrior.
Past life or just another dream?
"You shame me. How did I give birth to such a coward?"
"The whole village should run away we can't defeat them."
Mother slaps me hard and I begin to laugh that insane laugh I laugh when I'm scared.
She slaps me again and I stop laughing, numb with the knowledge I'm going to die soon.
I walked outside my stone and straw home. I picked up my weapon, a long wooden pole sharpen on one end. I began to laugh again. I laughed a mindless fearful laugh. As I marched towards the Roman Army I laughed. As they killed me I laughed.
I moved towards the light of the heart of the Earth Mother and laughed with joy. I would know the light by many names in many deaths but this was the the only time I came to the light as a laughing warrior.
Past life or just another dream?
like a stone
Death is starting to lose any meaning to me. No I'm not thinking of suicide but of past lives.
I skip like a stone on an eternal pond.
Peace is with me now and no one can hurt me anymore. No one can hurt my ownership of nothing.
My soul is the only thing I ever owned or ever will.
Life is like a stone thrown by the eternal one.
The stone flies through the air as my soul flows through the void.
The stone impacts with water and skips. My soul impacts with life and skips.
I skip in and out of life like the stone skips on and off of water.
I skip like a stone on an eternal pond.
Peace is with me now and no one can hurt me anymore. No one can hurt my ownership of nothing.
My soul is the only thing I ever owned or ever will.
Life is like a stone thrown by the eternal one.
The stone flies through the air as my soul flows through the void.
The stone impacts with water and skips. My soul impacts with life and skips.
I skip in and out of life like the stone skips on and off of water.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
a note to a friend
a note to a friend,
We're all overwhelmed. We are infinite souls given finite centers of our universe called life.
We have lived more lives than we could count and know every hell reality can serve.
To save all living things from eternities of insanity we are given the twin gifts of forgetfulness and imagination.
We seek infinite knowledge but the finite can't be infinite.
Imagination is the only road to enlightenment.
Robert Andrew Vollrath 10-21-2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Little Bee Girl
She came to me without hesitation. I became emotional and tears swelled in my normally dry eyes.
Amanda was planing to open a used clothing store for small children. I had bought my Daughter-in -law a box of clothes at a yard sale for her store. In that box was a bee outfit.
Cordelia ran across the room in that silly costume. I love that little bee girl.
Amanda was planing to open a used clothing store for small children. I had bought my Daughter-in -law a box of clothes at a yard sale for her store. In that box was a bee outfit.
Cordelia ran across the room in that silly costume. I love that little bee girl.
Roses
I decided to do something romantic. I left roses on Patty's front porch. I didn't leave a note for her father or brothers to read. I just left roses for her to find.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Red Army
The Red Army marched towards me but I stood before them without fear. The red ants marched across the road single file. Their colony had been poisoned by our neighbour when his grand daughter had been bitten by the ants when she played to close to the large ant mound.
I was five years old when the Red Army invaded my family's back yard. On the north side of an old storm shelter was the ant mound of the black ants. The red ants home was poisoned but they didn't lay down and die, they picked up their colony and went on a quest for a new home. They had no time to dig a new home in the spring rains so they would take the black ants home. As a five year old you had to respect that.
My little gang of friends were all preschoolers except of course our wise leader Brad. He was a first grader and knew almost everything. Our toys became boring as we watched the war between the black and the red ants. The black ants were only a third the size of the red ants but they were in greater numbers. For three days we watched the war play out as we could all see the black ants were going to lose.
We debated among ourselves if we should help the black ants then Brad spoke up.
"It's best to stay out of these things. We should let nature take its course."
The wisdom of a first grader could not be questioned and we watched the war till its bitter end.
I remember the last moments of the war when the black queen was pulled out of what was the black ant mound and tore to pieces. The red queen moved in and the war was over. As the red ants moved in to their new home my father saw all the red ants in the back yard and told my little gang of friends to go home.
I watched from my bedroom window as he poured poison into the ant mound. This time all the red ants died.
I was five years old when the Red Army invaded my family's back yard. On the north side of an old storm shelter was the ant mound of the black ants. The red ants home was poisoned but they didn't lay down and die, they picked up their colony and went on a quest for a new home. They had no time to dig a new home in the spring rains so they would take the black ants home. As a five year old you had to respect that.
My little gang of friends were all preschoolers except of course our wise leader Brad. He was a first grader and knew almost everything. Our toys became boring as we watched the war between the black and the red ants. The black ants were only a third the size of the red ants but they were in greater numbers. For three days we watched the war play out as we could all see the black ants were going to lose.
We debated among ourselves if we should help the black ants then Brad spoke up.
"It's best to stay out of these things. We should let nature take its course."
The wisdom of a first grader could not be questioned and we watched the war till its bitter end.
I remember the last moments of the war when the black queen was pulled out of what was the black ant mound and tore to pieces. The red queen moved in and the war was over. As the red ants moved in to their new home my father saw all the red ants in the back yard and told my little gang of friends to go home.
I watched from my bedroom window as he poured poison into the ant mound. This time all the red ants died.
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