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I have two folks in my life right now, my oldest (step)son and a very good friend, and though on the surface, it might look as though they have nothing in common, I have found a thread between them that makes my heart so very heavy, my eyes burn in trying to delve into them, speak from my soul to theirs silent words their ears will not hear.

They have so much potential, but they don't believe in it. Both of them.

I have found another, too. They have both lost a mother in a senseless way, and I'm all they have to stand in that place, to be there for them in the flesh and blood. They have their respective fathers, true. But I, of all people, know the importance of being mothered, no matter how adult one might be. My own "mother" is still breathing, still eating and shitting and sharing her woes with the world, but mothering me? I am a motherless child.

These two souls, my own tossed into the mix. How could I ever doubt the existence of a god, of the Great Spirit, of the Universal Creator, when I am always -- it never fails -- right where I am supposed to be, right where I might meet my co-adventurers.

So, what's my job now, Great Spirit? Are we to mother each other in absence of any better substitute? Will we flounder? Will we prevail? I've no doubt that we will learn.

Till later...