Don’t Dream. Do. A Sonnet for You

It’s been awhile since I wrote a sonnet. I’ve only written 20 or less in my whole life. But I do like the art form, and lately I’m trying to flex both my artistic and creative writing muscles, so here goes! I hope you enjoy it. If it is imperfect, its message, at least, is sincerely intended.

Peace,

Jason

 Don’t Dream. Do!
By Jason J. Michael

A dream is but a dream until you act.
The act of dreaming never made one true.
For dreaming’s but the start of “false to fact.”
A path that’s tracked, compact, from dream to do.

Too many, meek and mild, suppose to sit,
As if the sitting is the act itself,
And while away the hours in a fit,
While more constructive measures stay the shelf.

So please take heed, you need to hear me now:
A dream’s but the beginning of the quest.
Yes, dream, but steam ahead to “when and how,”
For dreams are naught but air till pressed to test.

And if this formula is followed through,
I can but hope for you your dreams come true.

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May your day be filled with beautiful flowers.

The “Best” Dad in the World

My son, John Adams, makes us art all the time. ALL. THE. TIME. He just turned six. We get pictures of trees, flowers, rocks, birds, us, him, our families. You get the idea. It’s all somewhere between beautiful, heartfelt scribble, what is it?, and “now what the hell do I do with this?” We put some on the fridge. We lay away a lot in a box. We get overrun and start the process over. It is quite simply one of the joyous-griefs of parenting.

Recently, I reached for my yellow legal pad and realized I had inserted two of his more current drawings between the pages. I’m certain I did it in a moment of unconscious decluttering desperation. This time I stopped and looked at the pictures. The first picture was a lopsided heart with the inscription, “You are the best dad ever.” The second picture is of him and me walking outside on a sunny day with the words “Dad” and “Beeny” variously strewn about the page. I call him Beanie Bug at home or Beanie for short.  I really looked at his work this time, what he wrote, how he meant it. And I felt loved. And sad. Beanie Art20001

I’m not the best dad. I love him. I care for him often. I am usually the first face he sees in the morning and the second to last face before bedtime. I feed him, clothe him, and shuttle him back and forth to school. And he is with me for almost all of my work commitments. But I do frustrate easily at his unceasing chatter, his imperious self-righteousness, his inability to do for himself, his laziness, his petulance. And I let him know it, often, and in no uncertain terms. “You’re six, long hair. Get a job!”

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And yet, he still loves me. I’m the best dad ever. At least, in his eyes, on that day, at that moment. And he drew me a picture to tell me so. I couldn’t love him more, and I am unworthy.

So to all the rest of you out there, in the spirit of Paying it Forward, if you are feeling down about yourself, feeling unworthy of love, here’s some affirmations from our family vernacular to you, to lift your spirits a bit; to remind you that you are worthy of love and affection, even when you’re not meeting your own standard.

You are:

The best piece of chicken…

The longest game of UNO…

The warmest, fuzziest blanket…

The funniest animal video on YouTube…

The last lick of a Tootsie Pop, right before the chewy center, when the candy and Tootsie Roll are blended in your mouth just right…

The bestest hug…

The mightiest superhero…

The softest fur on the friendliest cat…

The kindest face when I first open my eyes in the morning…

And, of course, you are:

Bacon

 

Love and Hugs from the “best” dad,

Jason

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Beanie and I at the Caledon Butterfly release

Autumn Haiku Musings 2019

Happy Fall, Everyone! It’s been two months since I posted and it’s time I do something. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, dreaming, some would say procrastinating, and it’s coming out of me in the last few weeks as haiku. I know, my old standby. Anyway, enjoy, read, reflect, reject, take comfort in, or what have you. And as always, thanks for reading.

Namaste,

Jason

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Open wide your heart.
Embrace all inhabitants
Of this universe.

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Take back what is yours.
Take a vow to reclaim your
Personal power.

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Today, you’re stronger.
Today, you’re more in control.
Today, you stand tall.

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Part of the “Good Fight”
Is educating oneself
How to fight better.

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Each day is a gift;
A Present Moment is time.
Use each day wisely.

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Flamingos in the Mist

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People: just two kinds:
Those who fear and don’t do, and
Those who fear and do.

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Read voraciously,
Open-hearted and open-minded;
Absorb the masters.

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Know when to hold’em,
Fold’em, walk away, and run.
Thanks, Kenny Rogers.

 

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Don’t care what they think.
Don’t keep up with the Jones’s.
Just run your own race.

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The art you create
Is a reflection of you,
And your soul’s cravings.

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A joyful family moment at Belvedere Plantation