You know, it would be nice to have my brothers along for this adventure around the world. Of all those that I would want with me by my side as I wander through the streets or foreign ports and crawl through the forests of the world I would choose my brothers for this one. They keep me open.
Now don’t get me wrong I would love to experience the dew bejeweled village of Lençoís at dawn with a young woman, sipping our acaí in the morning as the mist recoiled from the grumbling sun. Likewise I think often think of traveling the length and breadth of Sur America with a home town friend whose company made the halls of high school an adventure, or of sailing the jagged coasts of Africa with a cousin whose absence has been harder to deal with than expected. As I walk along steep slopes I think of a father that once taught me to seek sound footing… but for this one I would want my brothers.
They don’t wait for time like I once thought they would. They don’t even wait for me to blink, this moment, this second, this present are too slow for them. I find myself wondering why I haven’t thought to call them back from their bold assault of the future until now. I keep turning and finding them having their childhood chiseled from them by sharp edges and rough falls. With each new skinned knee or passionate battle, whose cause is beyond the grasp of older men, the world seems to beat their youth away leaving something dangerously more like me.
I keep charging off on adventures and quests looking to fulfill that burning desire to trek the world over and seek the mystery of life and taste its more subtle truths. While all the while I’ve been setting my course by the wind I seem to have neglected the fact that my brothers are doing the same, and that someday when I return to port they might not be the glossy imps I see smiling back at me from my wallet photo as it goes from hand to hand; girls sighing as they ogle my brothers charm. It is becoming an all too real thought that I will return and find young men gearing up and preparing to cast off as I do now.
For this one I would want my brothers there to help me see with younger eyes everything that my harder view may have missed.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL! I hope your swordsmanship is coming along. I’m sending you the homework you sent me off with, completed as you requested.
David, stop making all the girls fall in love with you… you’re killing me.
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The Boyz say hello back to their older brother. Joel is recovering from a bite from a yellow sac spider. At the doctor's office, he pointed at a print on the wall and said "That's 'Starry Night' by vanGogh. He went mad, but I like the painting." Geesh. I turned and pointed at another print. "Is that VanGogh, too?" "Dad! That's Renoir. Didn't you know that." They both wish you'd hurry up and get back home so they can beat you at fencing and take you hiking, or at least to the aquarium.
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