Stories From the Single Wide

I complain a lot about my father sometimes. Simply just because we don't have an active relationship. And I'm definitely the kind of person who holds grudges if you're going to call me family but you don't know my soul, or where I live, or what I do, or who I am… the basics.

However, my Dad is actually way cool. I think I'm probably more like him than we both know.

My Dad is still living. He has always been kind to me. I actually admire him a lot. He’s super charismatic and I have his nose and eyes and his quiet ways. While we have not spoken in a while, I find myself thinking of him often these days and I wonder if he wonders about his kids. I wonder if his heart breaks too? Surely it must. I feel super bad for my Dad that I ran away from him too. But dang it, I just don’t do casual, even if you call yourself family.

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This on time when I was little, I watched both of my parents build some pretty incredible things. I didn't understand at the time, my parents sacrifices, and what felt like being ignored within my child self. But now, nearly a grown woman of 46, now that I am surely wise, one is quite astounded what she has witnessed within this lifetime from her parents.

Dad was a firefighter. When I was little around 5, we moved in behind the fire station that my dad worked at. The fire station was fun and home. It was in the middle of the grapes with a view and everyone was nice and for a time I really loved it there. I actually remember when we moved into our brand new fancy single wide.

I remembered how new and light it felt. Specifically the light shining through our front kitchen window. And the fancy plastic diamond patterned frosted class where our mixed matched dishes would sit and my oh my… there's a swamp out back, a tire garden and gravel to pick up cigarette butts in and all kinds of new things to explore.

There's a few things in particularly love about Dad being a fire fighter. Well alot actually. To this day I am still scared of fireworks, but I remember being so proud to shine his boots a couple times. I always thought the fire fighter gear was neat. I was particularly impressed with the Swiss Army knife that had all the gadgets and I swore one day I'd marry my own MacGyver, and lo and behold I did. I still have an obsession with the Swiss Army knife and Richard Dean Anderson.

Speaking of which, I was probably the only kid who had a Richard Dean Anderson poster on their own travel trailer that eventually got put behind the single wide trailer…I had him and Ralph Macchio, they were my first kisses. Them posters anyways.

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Anyways, I witnessed my Dad and Mom build within the presswood walls of our single wide. One of the builds was my Dad's company Halcyon, that he and 3 of his friends formed. They invested some kind of quantum internet cube or processor or server… IDK, but after my mom and one of the partners died, they sold the company for several millions, which we will pause that part for now.

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Halcyon

My first dream recall was from Halcyon. 8 months old. It was the light the captured me. Crawling into my skin before existence. Into my breath … opening my eyes to what others cannot feel. They called me Haven the Healer. The Feeler of Pains. Mother of Chains. And while Kaleesi is a beautiful name, where we come from the language is beyond the tongue of comprehension.

But if one where to close his eyes for a moment and take an allowance to be still. You might taste the nectar of her moan. And breathe me in through this tone. This table we shall set together. Sit in the heather. And together we release or chords and unteather… the Soul.

Imagine it's not yet the night. But the timings nearly right. And you can feel the light where she starts to to set.

Now if your able Imagine the table The sun peeping through The imagination is you

You fold into to the light Where it enters the room Unfolding in the moment Silent, swoop and a swoon

Now take your eyes to the window pull the light through the Pain She's perfect She's whole She's the shimmer of rain

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Definition of Halcyon according to Merriam-Webster;

1a: characterized by happiness, great success, and prosperity : GOLDEN —often used to describe an idyllic time in the past that is remembered as better than today

the halcyon days of youth

Classics Illustrated have become pricey nostalgia items for those who grew up in the supposedly halcyon years after World War II.

— Donna Richardson

In those halcyon days of the free trade, the fixed price for carrying a box of tea or bale of tobacco from the coast of Galloway to Edinburgh was fifteen shillings.

— Sir Walter Scott

CALM, PEACEFUL a halcyon atmosphere

PROSPEROUS, AFFLUENT A bird identified with the kingfisher and held in ancient legend to nest at sea about the time of the winter solstice and to calm the waves during incubation.

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Arch Angel Gabriel (for my AH-mazing HUsband)

Acrylic on Canvas with various natural touches