One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father

The Most Authentic Thing About Us Is Our Capacity To Create, To Overcome, To Endure, To Transform, To Love And To Be Greater Than Our Suffering.

What Hope Is There For Individual Reality Or Authenticity When The Forces Of Violence And Orthodoxy, The Earthly Powers Of Guns And Bombs And Manipulated Public Opinion Make It Impossible For Us To Be Authentic And Fulfilled Human Beings? The Only Hope Is In The Creation Of Alternative Values, Alternative Realities. The Only Hope Is In Daring To Redream One's Place In The World - A Beautiful Act Of Imagination, And A Sustained Act Of Self Becoming. Which Is To Say That In Some Way Or Another We Breach And Confound The Accepted Frontiers Of Things.

It Is Not Important For Me As A Writer That You Leave A Piece Of Writing Of Mine With Either An Agreement Or Even A Resonance With What I Have Said. What Is Important Is That You Leave With The Resonance Of What You Have Felt And What You Thought In Reaction To That.

Without Stories We Would Go Mad. Life Would Lose Its Moorings Or Lose Its Orientations. Even In Silence We Are Living Our Stories

One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father Gave Me - Unintentionally - Was Witnessing The Courage With Which He Bore Adversity. We Had A Bit Of A Rollercoaster Life With Some Really Challenging Financial Periods. He Was Always Unshaken, Completely Tranquil, The Same Ebullient, Laughing, Jovial Man.