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That Same Old Wind…

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Sunset On the Highway

Same Old Wind
Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Today was the first day of Spring… 2012… as I waked Eli The Dog at 0600 there was an unseasonably warm wind blowing… already in the sixties. The Ides Of March have passed and Memorial Day is not yet here. I let that wind dance through my olfactory senses and I realized what an old friend it was. I don’t remember this of course, but I’ll bet my first Spring in March of 1941 was anointed by this same breeze.

The earth turns… seasons come and go and every year a Spring breeze nurtures us with hope for the coming season. Sometimes it is harder than others to perceive this. This year it was easy. Yesterday Izze and I were wrapping some present for Vanessa’s upcoming birthday… ‘Let me make the card myself, Dad,’ she stated firmly. ‘OK,’ I said. ‘You’re on your own.’

‘Give me a couple of sheets of plain white paper and I’ll do the rest…’ This stated with authority by my almost six year old. ‘You got it,’ I replied. ‘Dad’s on the case.’

Out came the who knows how many crayons from her trip to the Crayola Factory. Out came glitter markers, scissors, glue, tape… ‘How do you spell ‘birthday,’ she asked? ‘What’s the first word in ‘Birth Mother?’ B…I…R…T…H… yeah, she got it and she had no trouble with D…A…Y.

She spent an hour working on this project… that was yesterday and she’s finishing it today. ‘Mommy’s going to have the very bestest birthday EVER!’

Yep… could happen. This morning Izze and I went to the butcher in Logan. I just had a steer slaughtered there and I figured if you’re going to eat meat, you might want to know where it comes from. ‘I smell horse poop, Dad,’ she wrinkled her nose. ‘Well, it’s poop alright… but it’s cow not horse.’ We talked about the circles of life and our place in the food chain… well for us meat eaters anyway. She absorbed it all as she helped me with loading the meat trays in my Jeep. This beautiful steer dressed out at 611 pounds of meat. That’s what I’m talking about… organic home grown beef. Once you’ve tasted this stuff… you just can’t go back to store bought.

Anyway… we dropped the meat off and she finished up her art work on Mommy’s card. Yesterday she practiced relentlessly for an hour on her bicycle. We’re going back to the bike path to log some time in. ‘Don’t hold me Daddy. I can do it myself!’ Of course I would always like to be there to hold her… but at five… it’s already time to start learning how to let go.

Well… back to the bike path… I realized that the Barbie Bike was… well, a complete piece of junk so I went to the Athens Bike Shop and bought her a little Trek two wheeler… no training wheels. Now we’re talking. Back to the bike path again and she’s getting it a little at a time, just like we all did.

And there’s that breeze, bringing us a little respite in the 87 degree heat. I know that wind… it gentled me when I was learning to ride back in my hometown… D.C., in the late 40’s. That moment came when I rode free for the first time and that same wind that was with me then, was with us today… many Springtimes down the road.

A couple days ago was the fifth anniversary of Izze’s ‘Gottcha’ day… the day when she was put in Vanessa’s arms for the first time. Five years… a half a decade. A blink of the eye in my old world… a lifetime in hers… for now. Five years with Izze and my son graduates middle school in June and next year he’ll be in high school and in less than five years he’ll be out of his Mom’s house in college or whatever.

He called me yesterday from Hains Point where he was taking pictures of the cherry blossoms. I’m sure that wind was there, rustling the petals for him as it did for me and my brother when we were kids in the same place.

That wind… it reminds me of what is important… The flow of life, borne on that wind… the growing of family… the ability to keep on learning… the ability to enjoy each day as it comes whether or not there are stones in the road.

I think of that wind as I sit hear in my seventies next to our five year old daughter who is coloring and speaking thoughts that might elude most five year olds. ‘I’ve been working so hard,’ she says, and pats herself on the back… literally.

I’m not patting myself on the back. My rewards don’t come from me anymore. I would like to see as many Springs as I can and feel that wind on my face until the time comes for me open that Door Into Summer. Enough. Now is the time for smiling.

…and I am smiling.

And to all a good night...

And to all a good night...

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  1. Cyndy Consentino
    March 22nd, 2012 at 21:25 | #1

    Dear Jorma,
    Your post was so beautifully written! Brought me to tears, as I remembered when
    My dad helped me to learn to bike ride. My dad is long gone, but I still remember the joy
    In his face when he saw I could ride on my own without him holding the bike!
    You have a lovely family, may you enjoy a million more soft spring winds!

  2. Richard
    March 22nd, 2012 at 21:48 | #2

    All good…maybe you can find time to fire up the grill this weekend with some of the fresh stuff?

  3. carlo pagliano
    March 22nd, 2012 at 22:03 | #3

    Yes Jorma it will best night, short (three hrs) and before takin’ sleep i rewind your impressions freshly blogged, not even a king is so lucky.
    Bestest Birthday to Vanessa from us all.
    Just today I re saw the intro to FPR, enchanting!
    I’m zippin’ in, all smiles, will visit some planets wearing fluorescent Hot Tuna stickers, and be back at sunrise in time for work.
    Thanks Jorma, marvelous page for the heart, nuit!

  4. March 22nd, 2012 at 22:21 | #4

    Enjoy your time at home.

  5. March 22nd, 2012 at 22:21 | #5

    No pink slime.

  6. bruce bennett
    March 23rd, 2012 at 05:32 | #6

    beautifully written,Jorma…

  7. Joe Moore
    March 23rd, 2012 at 05:52 | #7

    That was so beautiful . It hit me where I’m at right now . Thank you , Jorma !

  8. March 23rd, 2012 at 10:15 | #8

    Very beautiful post. Made the hair stand up on my arms reading this. Jorma: you are an inspiration to us all and I hope you have many more springs

  9. Rich Lindbloom
    March 23rd, 2012 at 10:28 | #9

    What a heartfelt reflection – brings back so many memories. What a precious gift children are – my daughter and son are 18 and 16, and unfortunately I don’t get those home made cards anymore. :( They were the best.

    I’ve kept every single one of them, but have a personal favorite. Taylor once drew one with four scenes on it. One depicted us doing soft toss, (”hands to the ball!”) one showed her pitching under the watchful eye of a psychotic pitching coach,(”mitt up!”) one showed her and I riding in a car, her with a smile on her face and me with a stern look. When I asked her what that depicted she said, “That’s when your driving to the game and your giving me last minute instructions.” (I guess I’m still not convinced you can’t cram for a test.)

    On the back page of the card she drew just herself with a huge smile and the caption, “Now I’m an Allstar!”

    “Up in the morning, watch the north wind rise”

  10. Mike Anderson
    March 23rd, 2012 at 13:22 | #10

    Jorma, as I’m sure all your friends have told you, cherish these moments, I miss my children being that young. My fondest memory of my youngest son learning to ride his bicycle, just when he thought he had it down, wham, he fell over. He picked up the bike, got his leg back over then slammed his fist on the handlebar and exclaimed loudly “Dumb F(bomb) bike!” I have no idea where he learned THAT language, note sarcasm here, I spent 4 years in the Navy.

  11. Eaglesteve
    March 23rd, 2012 at 13:55 | #11

    Jorma. A poet in his own time. Time never runs out. Time is light. Light speeds away to someplace else.

  12. Kathy
    March 23rd, 2012 at 17:18 | #12

    What a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing. I remember my dad teaching me to ride a 2-wheeler. It’s an important moment in any child’s life. Just beautiful!

  13. Kathy
    March 23rd, 2012 at 17:19 | #13

    PS – cherish the moments that will last forever in a child’s life.

  14. Mark Kran
    March 24th, 2012 at 17:44 | #14

    It’s funny that today I choose to read this…last night driving home from Long Island from a Jefferson Starship show, with an ex-wife, who I recently re-coneected with after 20 plus years apart [faccebook actually was good for something], I was telling her the story about how my Uncle Murry who recently passed taught me to ride a 2 wheeler and how I used the same technique with my son nearly years ago….This is my fondest memory of him and even after 50 years, it’s the first one I allways think of…all I can say is cherish this moment, its a blessing to love and teach a child

  15. Bob Kozyak
    March 25th, 2012 at 01:11 | #15

    Thanks Jorma, great stuff.

  16. johno
    March 25th, 2012 at 11:06 | #16

    Happy spring. Happy birthday Vanessa. My Mom always told me when my kids were younger – enjoy every day. These are the best times of your life. I realize now she was right.

    s

  17. Brett
    March 25th, 2012 at 11:40 | #17

    “A Dragon lives forever, but not so girls and boys, painted wings and giant’s rings make way for other toys….”

  18. Rich Bigdoggusman Gustafson
    March 25th, 2012 at 20:47 | #18

    Jorma ~ Thank You for sharing these thoughts. I hope You, Izze and Vanessa enjoy many a Spring breeze to come. And yes nothing beats that Home Grown taste from the farm to the plate. Enjoy!

  19. Bob Kelly
    March 26th, 2012 at 09:50 | #19

    Just getting into this.. Shared your words with my gang.. well done. Happy Birthday to Vanessa. Watching /helping our children grow is one of lifes special gifts indeed.. and as the seasons change.. we grow also. be well,, enjoy the moment..

  20. Joanne
    March 26th, 2012 at 11:09 | #20

    What a beautiful written post Jorma.

  21. Jim T.
    March 26th, 2012 at 12:20 | #21

    Enjoy it Jorma!! My two(Elisa/23&Joe/20) grew up so fast!!

  22. mutt
    March 27th, 2012 at 05:37 | #22

    Outstanding post on capturing the winds of change Cap’n. We all need to embrace these moments, just as you have done, as they are the only luggage we carry with us through the door to summer – endless time for all – write on.

    btw – There’s plenty of room for all G_d’s creatures. Right next to the mashed potatoes.

    Happy B’Day ‘Ness.
    Love & Peace
    mutt

  23. carlo pagliano
    March 27th, 2012 at 13:10 | #23

    The page is still HOT, so that with permission from Jorma, for the Bestest of Vanessa’s Birthday, the famous Dantesque sonnet from Vita Nova describes in the most noble and pure words the noble and shining spirit of Vanessa as she appears to us. It was a rock sonnet at the times (1200), the style of the words has changed by the centuries but not the initial spirit.

    My lady looks so gentle and so pure
    When yielding salutation by the way,
    That the tongue trembles and has naught to say,
    And the eyes, which fain would see, may not endure.
    And still, amid the praise she hears secure
    She walks with humbleness for her array;
    Seeming a creature sent from Heaven to stay
    On earth, and show a miracle made sure.
    She is so pleasant in the eyes of men
    That through the sight the inmost heart doth gain
    A sweetness which needs proof to know it by:
    And from between her lips there seems to move
    A soothing essence that is full of love,
    Saying for ever to the spirit, “Sigh!”

    Have a Wonderful Birthday!

    Always Thanks Jorma!

  24. Gail Gaddy
    March 28th, 2012 at 21:30 | #24

    @Cyndy Consentino
    Enjoyed your post so much! I watched an interview you and Jack did at Wolfgangs vault last summer. “Things that might have been” brought tears to my eyes. I just spent the weekend keeping my two grandchildren 8 and 3 and felt the gratitude of another spring as I simultaneously remembered other springs when their dad was growing and learning. I love this time in my life. I am almost 61, newly retired from 30 years of teaching struggling readers. I am listening to so much music that I love like yours. Steady as She Goes is incredible. I am moving along steadily through the days I have left and for the most part I am in touch with the moment and the joys in front of me. Thanks for helping me!

  25. Buzz
    March 29th, 2012 at 09:00 | #25

    Thanks as always for sharing so much of your personal and stage life in your blog . I recall my first visit to the ranch , Vanessa was holding the infant Izze and left the station to put her to bed and turn the page, she’s 5 and leading you on bike rides. The words ” don’t hold me Daddy..” hold a tinge of pain to any father , because down that bike path of life unbeknownst to Izze you and your life lessons will “hold” her . Enjoy these yrs they pass by , may you live long enough to have the perfect young man ask for her hand in marriage and be able to play and dance at her wedding.

  26. March 29th, 2012 at 22:44 | #26

    Cyndy Consentino :
    Dear Jorma,
    Your post was so beautifully written! Brought me to tears, as I remembered when
    My dad helped me to learn to bike ride. My dad is long gone, but I still remember the joy
    In his face when he saw I could ride on my own without him holding the bike!
    You have a lovely family, may you enjoy a million more soft spring winds!

  27. carlo pagliano
    April 3rd, 2012 at 08:56 | #27

    Thank You Jorma!
    Life, for a Jorma Goer, is Xmas eve every day, always a beautiful vital surprise in the shell, always!
    So is today and so is BBQ King, fresh from the fire, a masterpiece of an execution, a peaceful wonderful piece.
    Next is Jorma at the Beacon in DVD, then Jorma in Italy, then always Jorma wherever.
    My soul breathes , my heart beats and me I consider that all this happens because not just because.

  28. Kurdki
    April 3rd, 2012 at 10:34 | #28

    Will you come to play in Provinssirock festival this summer please?

  29. Mike DeDivitis
    April 3rd, 2012 at 14:44 | #29

    Beautiful, Jorma. I have a 6 year old and time spent with her is, usually, the happiest part of my day. Enjoy!

  30. Jim Deady
    April 4th, 2012 at 23:25 | #30

    Jorma,

    You’ve truly earned life’s blessings accrued to you. It’s beautiful posts like these that make me appreciate your courage in sharing your life’s experiences – past and present. May God bless and keep you always…

  31. Paul Z
    April 9th, 2012 at 12:05 | #31

    Well and beautifully said old friend. May the new Spring wind carry blessings for you and yours and for all of us.

  32. Kathy
    April 18th, 2012 at 06:37 | #32

    Just catching up with the blog posts. Jorma, this was such a beautifully written post. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Kathy