Love, from under the chair

i can't begin to express the ache in my heart at the moment. Family loss.. an amazing man gone from this earth we often forget we're blessed to walk apon. So.. can't help but ponder on the holidays. 'Spoiler alert! For any that don't want the veil lifted please skip to next stanza. There is nothing christian, luving, or american in the notion of either thanksgiving or Christmas. Both are total fabrications to work and tame the masses just as 'they' always seek to do. Ehh.. Still like a free meal though right?

  

So.. as much as i hate the bs, commercial thing it is. i still take part just as so many other aware folks do. But Why? Some out of duty. Some cause it's just what ur supposed to do. And some just for the excuse to decorate.. yesh, ill admit i have fun with that bit. And there's those cause it guilts them into doing for others. Even if all that is, is to show up for a free meal.

ive been working on this for months on and off for my father. Tis a marker for the horse he saved and rode all my childhood. Oak from our hilltop. Layered copper. That yes I'm spending hours creating the template for a one time rubbing. Clip by clip.. piece by piece.. Luv and only luv. And why.. cause i get the excuse to make my father, a man like no other, sumthing amazing. 

We can do this any day of the year.. cept this way give  us ribbons