His Call

The new theme for my life, I have decided, is breaking free. Breaking free of rigid restrictions I set upon myself. Breaking free of old tapes that replay messages that no longer serve a purpose in my growth. Breaking free of the box I put myself into in order to avoid living and feeling. Breaking free of fear. And breaking free of secrets.

Today I decided to break free of this idea that I can only post once a day. I notice that us poets sometimes need to post more. It’s our hearts, I gather, exploding with passion and angst, and this surging creativity that seemingly is rebirthed daily.

Sometimes I wait until the magic hour of midnight to post; just so I can post twice in a day, but I don’t really count that as posting twice. Turns out I’m about twelve days ahead of myself…my blog is living in the future.  And I kind of wonder how I will catch up. Wonder what Sam is doing ahead of me.

I’m quite tired of living by structure and rules, especially my own. Tired of routine, expectations, and people-pleasing. Realizing I want to please myself—to honor my desires, wants, and dreams. And thusly, I’m posting again. And breaking free.

His Call

Mountain morning dove

Set upon the pearly staircase

Wrapped within the valley blue

Draped in lace and contemplation

The white of one split two

Hears echoing

From peak

The nightingale’s beckon

Stronger than the cry of river falls

Lighter than the foe of painter’s black

The vibration of symphony devoured

Within the deepest depths

Phoenix-fire ignited

Rebirthed as starlit sky

Beyond the endless cage

Scooped longingly within engulfing embrace

Merging feathers

Churned milky-honey

 A blended sweetness

To soar within

© Everyday Aspergers, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

My ten-year-old son just handed me this sweet story he wrote.

Bunny

Turtle loved to play with his buddy fish. But one day a stranger came up to them while they were playing splash. “Hi. My name is Bunny can I play, too?”

“Yea. You can play.”

They were all playing but when they started to play under the water hide-and-go-seek, Bunny couldn’t breathe. Bunny asked if he could play another game.

“Can we play a different game?” he asked.

“No. We can’t. We like to play this game.”

Bunny came home that day very sad. His mom asked what was the matter. “Well, I was playing with some kids and they were playing a game I can’t play. So I asked it we could play a different game and they said, ‘no.'”

“Well, that wasn’t the nice thing to do,” his mom said.

“What’s nice, Mommy?”

“Well nice is being kind and caring and being polite.”

“Oh. Okay, But what do I do about it?”

“Find new friends that are nice to you. Okay?”

The next morning the bunny was hopping around and found the squirrel. “Hi. Want to play?”

“Yes. Let’s play!”

And they did, all day long.

When bunny got home, he was so happy.

His mom asked him, “Where were you?”

“Playing with squirrel!”

“Great. You found a new friend.”

“Yes. And he’s cool. Thank you, Mom.”

~ Robert C 2012

Thanks for being my new friend and being so flippin cool ~ Sam 🙂

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13 thoughts on “His Call

  1. The story is very cute and sequent. Your poem adds the touch of mystifying nature. Beautiful thoughts. 🙂

  2. beautiful one, your words echo in my own heart, beautiful, like fire, like stars, like bubbles in a stream, the stream of consciousness, the stream of thoughts, unbroken, unbridled, unsafe.

    inspiring, caring, and a blessing to have as a friend, worlds apart, yet so close. I love you my friend, never loose that amazing spark of yours..and dont ever be afraid to inspire. 🙂

  3. “The new theme for my life, I have decided, is breaking free. Breaking free of rigid restrictions I set upon myself. Breaking free of old tapes that replay messages that no longer serve a purpose in my growth. Breaking free of the box I put myself into in order to avoid living and feeling. Breaking free of fear. And breaking free of secrets.”

    WOW…I read this and thought that is so obvious. We set ourselves rules and replay so much as aspies. I wrote a post at the end of May called, “I want to break free” it was about some of the bullying I went through at school and how it set an imprint of what I allowed up until the time I totally isolated myself from society.

    I can really see you growing, writing is bringing you such healing.
    The first video wouldn’t play in the UK, so I found another link to the same song.
    I’ll post it for anyone else that can’t play it.

    I love your poem and your son’s story is so moving, it made me well up.
    I love bunnies, I used to breed rabbits when I didn’t like people much…hehe
    Thank you for being my friend, I think you are so flippin cool.
    (I’m British we don’t say fricken here….giggle)
    Love you loads, Lees. xxx 🙂 ❤

    1. Love how you are looking out for the UK folks! he he Oh, thanks. Yes, I realized a lot in just jotting down those first few paragraphs. Really is a new awakening. Though middle guy calls it “a definite mid-life crisis!” LMHO. Isn’t his little story sweet…..it reminded me of so many people’s lives….looking for friends in all the wrong places…finding people who are kind to you. I love bunnies, too. I like Flippin better than Fricken. I think I’ll change that in my post. he he
      Love you tons of bananas, Sammy xoxoxo 🙂

      1. Hey…my friend Richard calls me and those like me banana bread in the making.
        So funny that you wrote bananas today when he posted about banana bread.
        Love you. xxx 🙂 ❤

  4. Robert, your story shows great insight! You have a wonderful definition of what it is to “be nice” and your main character found a terrific solution to the “not so nice” wanna-be friends on his playground. He found new friends who were considerate of him and simply replaced the selfish, self-centered ones with more compatible playmates. Wouldn’t our schoolyards be “nicer” places if we all could practice such common sense? I am glad you are finding your voice in the blog world. Thanks, Mom, for acknowledging his fledgling talent and giving your son an audience!

    1. To Ms. Beek ~ Thank you for your kind words. I hope you have a nice day. From ~ Robert 🙂
      I read your words to my son this morning and they lit up both our hearts. Thank you for reading his story and acknowledging his message and work. Very much appreciated. With love, Sam 🙂

  5. Beautiful Sam – Breaking free ~~ such a wonderful mantra for me right now. The music all was awesome- and I LOVED your poem (and yet another staircase, this one pearly with a dove at the peak!) – but your son’s story simply heartwarming. What a wonderful package… Thank you…and btw, I Was signed up as following but never got email notifications so just tried to hit a second follow button, so hoping 😉

    1. Breaking free for us both, then. 🙂 I just found the music; I love it!!! I’m so happy you listened to it. I love finding new songs that I haven’t heard on the radio. Yes, we both have those staircases. 🙂 Thanks, for reading my son’s story. He is such a cutie! Oh, thanks for the follow. I truly enjoy your blog—one of my favorites. Thanks for your time and visit. Smiles to you on your journey. ~ Sam 🙂

      1. 😉 much love Sam — yes, new music always lifts me up. Can tell your son is a darling 🙂 Appreciate your visiting me too — and so happy maybe I may get notifications soon. Said following up top – but maybe the prompt on the side was the golden ticket?! Hope so! ~RL

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