Day off, garageband, stream of devolving consciousness.

SleepytimeSong#199

For Dad, from Dad, with Dad. My father was riddled with guilt and regret late in life, about his part in our dysfunctional family. Even more so after coming to spend time with me in recent years and hear in person the details of what demons have somewhat ruled my last decade. Again, he blamed himself where i didn't hold such grudges or blame. He recorded this song for me at some point - maybe best that i can't find it. I'm so glad these last years he came to knowing many ultimate truths, one being that the past is gone, regret is futile, and todays are for loving as much as possible. This last 2 years I fully had the loving father of my dreams, and I'm so grateful for his courage and wisdom and tenacity to know it wasn't too late.
I guess it's my turn to experience that full circle of sadness, regret, letting-go, and self-forgiveness. "We do what we can do with what we got, one day at a time. That's it."

the three

Bottled messages

clink and slide across the ice

too far above me