Thursday, 29 January 2015 18:26

Coming Home

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 The sequel has been written, written for a couple of months and now is in the hands of those who will help me to bring it to the light of day, but the story of a lifetime continues.  I’m back home in Colorado for almost a month and will be for another three weeks, at least.  Spending time with my daughter and her young family, spending time with my grand-son and son-in-law – what time we can; spending time with Kristine during her two week stay.  This is where peace settles in my soul.  I can’t explain it or understand it, but here is where I belong and want to be, along the Front Range of Colorado.  This is where I want my final resting place of this incarnation to be, hopefully many years in the future. “Is this Heaven?”

While my stay here has yet to become officially more permanent, I am grateful for every moment of it.  And last night, in the booth at the Evergreen High School football game against Centaurus, then on the field and then speaking with some of the players, there is a deeper sense of home, of coming home.  As I look into the eyes of some of these young men, of course, Quinton is there on some level.  This is the good stuff, but still mere words don’t do justice to what I am trying to describe; it is in the eye contact, the wanting, needing, and expecting of an energy transference – the lifting of a spirit, his and mine.  I see it in some of their eyes, not all mind you given I have been gone from them for a couple of years and have just re-emerged, but some, even those who are meeting me for the first time.  And I am more than honored and pleased to share whatever it is that I have become; I happy to give it all. I can see all over why Kristine says, “Football brought my husband back to me”.

The greater gift is, it isn’t in the doing or striving for something.  The gift is, it is simply in being.  Have I actually achieved this lofty perch, a perch unattainable for so much of my life?  I think so, which is in part why I don’t post at near the frequency I was; in fact I don’t post at all hardly.  I’m simply “Livin It” and enjoying it, it being the journey, which of course is the point of it all in part anyway.  The other part is the making of progress on my own specific opportunities for improvement and I am.  They are mine, specific to me as yours are specific to you.  More on that, in the sequel (Quinton's Legacy) that should see the light of day within the next 3 or 4 months.

Next weekend, back to Phoenix to visit my Arizona family, enjoy our desert home for a moment and meet with Jan Whalen in person, who I have chosen to help finalize the book.  And this is happening too, not from a place a achieving or striving for something – it is happening from a place of inner peace which is why in large part it has taken so long.  I only found this place within the past year, in large part due to my experiences in Arizona.

Life is a journey for all of us and while we may travel together in families and friendships, at its core it is an individual journey with our wives and husbands; Moms and Dads; daughters and sons; sisters and brothers; friends and co-workers.  And as we travel together, we help one another to learn the lessons we intended to learn when came here.  Some lessons are tough involving pain and suffering while some glorious in their love/gratitude/appreciation. 

Enjoy your journey…

Ernie

(Written in late October, 2014)

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