The Sugarloaf Kid

Tales of Mystic Poets : V

 

 

 

 

I think the best way to speak of the sugarloaf kids is still the media of fairy tales and children's rhymes. But I've always wanted to attempt something more with these kids ..... to show an appreciation for the many small blessings that children bring to their parents and for the ' pearls of wisdom ' that sometimes comes from the ' mouth of babes.'

 

I was my father's pet. I feel a small embarassment when I say that but it was a real experience. I'll get the choiciest parts of the chicken at dinner, the best toys, vitamins for my health when my other brothers got none .... its too painful to go on.

 

Then I went to school and I was the headmaster's pet ... ehem! ...then there was the office that I went to work .... ok, I'll stop there. But that sugarloaf life did come to an end one day. It was not on account of anything in particular .... I think the expression is ' out of the blue.' Yeah ..... I was more miserable than a hound with rabies.

 

I'm coming back to it these days. I have to say that it is not without some complaining moan about ' you people left me out in the cold the last time.' But I think I'm working to rise above that .... god willing.

 

Tinkerbell is alive. I just ran into her the other day, in the mind of minds. Didn't say much other than to share in what I've come to learn of life these past so many years. I'm glad she's okay. She was just there, doing her part like everybody else .... no more, no less. Its as much as what a Siva may have engaged in my attention regarding the issues. Its nice to have a perspective on these matters though.

 

It therefore behooves on me to say something of the experience for the benefit of sharing. All that I've come to learn persuades me to say this one thing. ' There's a reason for everything. Be yourself.'