This morning opening the dictionary, I am writing about the first word I see. The word is Grease Monkey. It is defined as a slang term for a mechanic. What would life be without the mechanics of this world? Well, there would be no transportation. It is the trades in our society, mechanics, plumbers, etc. that keep society rolling. I urge all young people to get into the trades; it would have served me better than my college degree and my Lisc. to counsel people, it pays more than counseling, I know that. I wonder if a mechanic is offended by the term Grease Monkey. I didn’t even realize the word was in the dictionary until this moment. “Notice every moment.” Keith
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Twenty years ago when I started counseling, I was under the impression that all people can change. I cannot exactly say when it dawned on me that this is bullshit, but it is. Of course, a person has to want to change their addiction, behavior etc, but sometimes that isn’t even enough. Some people will never change because it is wired within their brains not to. Some people reading this will not agree, but I have spent the last twenty years seeing 90% or more never changing, actually they do change, they change for the worst. My advice to new people in the field of counseling would be, get out before it is too late, but if you must stay, get it in your head now, most don’t change, and for some it is utterly impossible. “Notice every moment.” Keith.
“Baby Cries”
By Kelly Darrow Lying in his crib soaked in urine hour after long hour, a baby cries into the darkness of the night for his mother who ain’t comin’ home. Wanting to feel her caress his head, he aches for her touch. Just once to feel her hands and to be loved. Years pass by quickly. He is a lucky boy to have her. Granny has always been there. Sean is now ten, postman at the door. A letter addressed to little Sean from his mother, she’s busted and lonely wanting to see him. Sacred and soul soaked in booze. She wants to caress and hold her baby boy. Someone to love just for a moment. She’s coming home and he can’t wait. She arrives a week later and loves him for a day. He wakes one rainy morning to find her gone away. He don’t know what he did, but blames himself as he always has. Mother has gone once again. Granny says, “Baby it’s not your fault.” Coming soon at Fountain Blue Publishing
I met Roscoe on a brilliant, sun-drenched day at the lake while taking a much-needed day off to enjoy water and sunshine. Armed with an air mattress under one arm, and my beach bag hanging on the other, I walked to the water, pushed off from the shore, and paddled until the people sunning themselves on the dock faded into little patches of color. I kept my eyes straight ahead, then turned over on my back and fell into an amniotic sleep. I slept until something crashed into me. Evidently, a boat had passed close by, and the turbulence of the wake combined with another solitude-seeking soul on an air mattress jolted me out of my sleep. “Oops, I’m sorry miss.” Squinting and half-opening my left eye toward the voice that interrupted my bliss, “No problem.” “Mam your sure are way out here.” “Yes, I guess I am huh?” “Hello my name’s Roscoe.” I remained quiet thinking about if I wanted to share my name with him. “And your name?” “Kaley,” I answered. “I am out here because I want the quiet time.” “Yeah, that’s why I’m out here, too. Interesting how we ended up out here together, don’t you think?” “I suppose.” “You’re a beautiful lady,” he said as he held onto my air mattress to keep us from floating apart. I turned to him to tell him I’d rather not chitchat, but as our eyes met, I couldn’t do it. No doubt, I was safe out in the middle of those waters. What was he going to do- rape me on an air mattress? Just being unafraid was just part of my reason for not dismissing him at that moment. There was something in the face of this annoying intruder that kept me from sending him away. “Flattery will get you far with me,” I told him. “Hey, I’d love to go far with you.” I looked at this handsome, but effeminate man before me with every intention of informing him that I wanted to be alone, but as our eyes met again, we both burst out in laughter. And so it began. Have you ever met anyone addicted to chaos? Or are you? There is always that person that goes around instigating trouble within their family or peer group, etc. They are not happy unless they are involved in some kind of confusion. Another art to chaos is those people that always find something to worry about. If they have peace in their head, they feel weird because there is no chaos, so they create situations in their head to worry about. This makes them feel normal. These people are so used to chaos, and when there isn’t any, they feel strange and abnormal. This is usually a symptom from being raised in a dysfunctional family. If you have peace, for God’s sakes, enjoy it; don’t find something wrong when nothing is wrong. “Notice every moment.” Keith“
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AuthorKeith Kelly currently lives in Rio Rancho New Mexico. Archives
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