open letter to my unborn sun…

Odin.  Hard to believe you’re only days away from the world now.  I’ve been seeing you grow, feeling you kick, hearing your heart beat.  I’m in awe of you, in awe of my ability to create life.
I’m not sure how to quantify the range the feelings, from great inspiration to fear.  What crazy plans are in store?  How many dragons will have to conquer, or abyssal trenches explore?  Can I live up to the expectations people have of me as a father?  Can I instill in you the values and beliefs my parents instilled in me?  Will you have to go through the same experiences I did?  How can I ensure you question authority, while at the same listen when necessary?
I can’t imagine what lies ahead.  Will the next 34 years pass as quickly as the first?  I can hope, but more than likely they’ll pass much faster.  Will one day I be waiting for the phone call from you telling me I’m a grandfather?

I’d walk in front of a bus for you, son.

Odin Jedi Fickeisen, listen, read, understand.  I won’t be here forever.  I won’t be here forever to listen, advise, love.  Listen to your heart.  Find balance.  Listen to and pursue your passions.  I hope you can find the internal motivation that I’ve always lacked to follow your dreams to their end.  Find the time to follow through with what you want.  It’s not too late for me to set the example for you.  It will never be too late for you either.  Don’t be afraid to speak your mind.
Don’t be afraid to tell people how you feel, to tell people you love them.  Know that you are the most amazing person, that you have the power to do anything. 
Swim upstream, climb down the ladder, fight the current, enter the exit, stand on the escalator, be the last out, watch the credits, read more, listen to people, laugh, cry…
You have the power.
Infinite power.

30 days... day 29.

I will not make reference to, or remark on, my inability to follow through.
That being said...

slips this kindred spirit
awash among swampy ruins
slithering mist hugs mossy ground
watched by careful eyes
drags wet body from watery grave
minions among devils, kings, lords
underneath calls, craving
grasping, knowing, now clinging
iron and steel, rusted
as man begins again.

30 days... day 22.
how time flies.
Just moments ago I was tapping out thoughts on day 16.  I would like to go into details about my week, but parameters of this process prevent it.
needless to say, it's been fun.

level the field.
-Rob

30 days... day 16.

ignore the date, the hour is late.
painful mariner loss tonight... ugh.

in other news, May is upon us! 
Odin Jedi Fickeisen, Conqueror of the Abyss, all hail His Mightiness, will soon grace us with is immaculate presence.  Swoon at your leisure.

-Rob