referred to my father, as José da Lua.
The term was derogatory, intended to sting with shame.
Joe of the Moon. I don't know how us kids became aware
of it, but I was never, not for a moment, ashamed of my father.
While he had his feet firmly planted on each day, he had
his notions and day dreams to keep him moving in the
rut of laborers' work days. An intuitive trapped as
My father was hard working, I never heard him complain
about work although he must have been tormented by the
bullies. Individuals who needed to draw attention
to themselves by making others feel like less.
Father was a simple man. an animal whisperer,
and a day dreamer. He couldn't be bothered by participating
in the rat race or the superficial snobs who labored with him
but thought themselves superior.
He was honest and a true blue friend.
In times of lack and in times of sorrow he stood
strong. He walked with dignity; his head held high.
Father was handy, he knew how to clean fish,
had a mighty green thumb and was born with a
natural talent to care for animals. He was completely
intuitive with animals.
He wanted for nothing more than to care for farm
animals. Like the venture he had possessed but
relinquished to immigrate to America. I can not
imagine how heavy his heart must have been to
leave his passion.
So many of us, me included, never recognize
our calling. My father had his calling
held tightly in the palm of his hand.
Traveling to the moon must have been a way to shut out
the futileness of his reality. To have willingly abandoned
all he held dear came at a grave price.
Surrounded by village idiots, in the workplace,
with only disparaging sentiments, my father held his silence.
His talents may not have had apparent market value but
as a human he had plenty of value. He was not a womanizer, abuser,
or a drunk. I can not recall him speaking ill of anyone.
From him, I learned about what matters most.
The past two weeks have allowed for comtemplation
of my own spirit. I am richly blessed by deep roots because
I model his behavior.
The best and most beautiful things
in world can not be seen or
even touched - they must be
felt with the heart.