Santos - that coming sun

We patiently await your arrival. You are the product of one of the universal miracles... if even for a short time, there was love. And you are the child of that mix of surprise, sun, and smiles. Your father is my best friend since childhood. We used to play outdoors: climbing trees, jumping from high places, exploring music videos, and for kicks, karate.

Your dad loves the sistas... He left his indelible smile with them and in return many women have some lasting love for Mr.T

I would not call myself envious, but curious as to what its like being so free. Your daddy runs free, like a lone wolf or a falcon in flight. As a matter of fact, there is a hawk who showed up at our mention. We were standing in his mother's driveway, discussing life -as we often do- and T brings up the hawk... then in a clearing between many large pines, circles the hawk. After a few loops as if to say, I AM HERE WITH YOU... it flies off into denser forest, and remains unseen. We share many moments like this. You are a moment unfolding in time. I remember a deer as well...

I was there when T met your mother... Somewhat a catalyst, our lives are entangled and I could not help but notice your mother's beauty as well... for she wore her hair in twists and sported a cute hoodie. T went after her, I admired - as i often do- and wondered if I'd see her again. That was a difference between us. See, I give sistas back to the cosmos... with the meditation that those who are good for me, I will see again. Tony leaps head first into the fleeting moment. He claws to seize some remnant of Life's harmonious fusion of humanity and opportunity. Tony, is a type A.

It is the day after what we call "Thanksgiving." I hope you learn the true story of this blood soaked, tear jerked, and pox infested holiday. Our nation buries many of its shameful acts in "proclamations" and public "apologies." All-the-while, history remains taught in its least interesting, accurate, and provocative forms.

History is everything we have done...the past dimension... and to be aware of today is to acknowledge that if notions of evil from an unkind word, to assault, to murder, genocide, abuse, etc exist today, then they always have existed. The Powerful corrupt, enraged women sought revenge, and people have generally f-ed up. So, in looking back, it can't be just a string of random events in the history books, right?

Santos, you already have a story. You are part of mine. I make my own way for you as "God-Father," "Uncle," "Fam." When you are ready for this world... we are ready for you. May you be fed with the Bread of Life, that you might know and find truth, love, light, and joy.

In closing, one day you will pass the Universal Torch of Consciousness to another, this is my only request... serve our future well, as we prepare a way for you.

-delano

Nicolay, one mo gin!