SpyGate Down Enclave 🍊🍊🍊
Here’s where we air it out. Think of the Enclave as an intellectual salon. Resist the temptation to post animated dancing unicorns! Our pronouns are Your / Mom.
My parents are in their 80s, their clock has wound down. My old man, once a force of nature, is reduced beyond recognition by the years
Yesterday I was explaining to my teenage daughter how strange it is that people are inattentive and impatient with elderly parents at the end.
We begin life helpless in their loving arms, and as time goes on we become strong. Decades later we find these same parents helpless in our arms, but so often we lack the same degree of patience and affection. It’s a pendulum.
My daughter and I talked about why this might be the case, there are so many excuses. But one of the barriers for me is coming to terms with the fact that this inferno of a man is now smoldering ashes, a soft voice on the telephone. I mirrored him until I competed with him until I fought with him, and now we start all over again.
That will be me one day, that will be all of us in The Enclave. And one day my girls will cruelly take away my flying jet pack without understanding how truly unfair it is.
But as I begin the Monday grind once again I realize that – when that day comes – we here will have an advantage because of the battles we waged together over the last seven years.
My adult children are intelligent and filled with curiosity about the world, but it will take them a lifetime to appreciate what you and I have wept and prayed for these last seven years.
At a time of great distress, David poured the jug of water from the well in Jerusalem on the ground as a drink offering before the Lord. If you don’t know the story you should read it, because it’s you and I.
Call it the Fourth Turning, call it the #GreatAwakening but this is where we are. We have each other, and we are that drink offering. We are that generation, that sacrifice, whose purpose is to be poured out to connect what was with what will be, God willing.
In the years to come, as we shuffle past each other on the lunar cruise ship with Jethro Tull blasting in our deaf old ears, I pray that we share a knowing smile for this sacrifice that we have made together.
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