Light Up The Bat Signal

I was there and I saw the druids dancing under the full moon on a wintery solstice night and remember the counsel they gave.

“The road will be longer than you can imagine and at times too dark for you to see your own hands, but if you keep going there will come a time when you can send up a sign and see if it is answered.”

I asked for a time frame and they said they it was impossible to say for certain and there was a chance it would never be acknowledged.

“So I am to light up the Bat Signal without confidence in a response or reply?”

They said yes and asked if I was prepared to enter the darkness and I shrugged my shoulders and went forward.

Can’t say if it was a year or 18, but it was finally acknowledged and I was left to determine what that meant. I took it as an affirmation of belief about the path and possibilities.

In my head I can hear them remind me that opportunity isn’t created without possibility and that sometimes you operate based upon a song only you can hear.

You’re Too Loud

The soon to be 20 year-old is a hair short of looking me dead in the eye and has a voice that is almost as deep as my own.

We often hear his younger sister tell us “you’re too loud” because we sometimes call to each other from across the house.

I am not sure if she has accepted neither of us are really raising our voices, they naturally carry.

The kid has a pair of shoulders on him and I see him getting broader and recognize his frame is pretty similar to mine.

His grandfather would be pleased about so much.

Somewhere before 8 PM the younger Mr. Wilner asks if I intend to see if I got a response from the idiot of the previous night and I shake my head.

“I said my piece and the dunce is unlikely to accept it. He is a member of the Trump Death Cult and uninterested in reality. It is good we won’t ever see each other in person because he’d know I hold him in low esteem.”

“Dad, do you think he’ll still think like this in six months?”

“Probably. People don’t like to admit they got conned, especially those who think they are smart and well educated.”

“He probably says the same about you.”

“Probably. It is why I told him I was done responding. If I really rattled his cage he’ll be irritated by my silence and if I didn’t, it doesn’t matter because I won’t waste time with him.

Dear Universe

Wrote and wrote and wrote some more in the places and spaces that required attention and some that didn’t.

“Dear Universe, I have a request I would like approved. I have put in the time, walked through the darkness, often alone and apart and did what was asked of me.

Now I ask to be given my just due, to be accorded a full measure of what I have earned through effort and the proverbial blood, sweat and tears.”

Set up the updates and response to acknowledgment of the Bat signal and began to stretch for another moment on the treadmill.

Got that feeling, hope springs eternal and the sense the response will be as I have worked for and anticipated, but only time will tell.

Ain’t life a hoot.