A Portrait

The picture here is of my son, named Caleb, after his Grandpa.
He distanced himself since this day of Christmas in which the photo was taken.
Became withdrawn and reclusive.
Today the prodigal son returned, and as per usual I fixed the egg sandwich that he and his grandpa loved.
We sat and chatted and to my surprise, he had been on a mind quest to look at the world, and his education, and his job, and his life.
He revealed that he was reading and concentrating on how to improve his current life style.
He has been researching cultural situations.
I remarked that he had certainly chosen a wide and deep river to swim across.
He is a big Jamie Oliver fan, and wishes to have a Mohawk, and grow things organically.
I just embraced his desires, and said nothing of how that would turn out.
I do not claim to have any psychic abilities, some things in life do not require that
particular gift.
He is a wonderful mixed bag of tricks, and has a great mind, and a very soft heart.
So to sum up this event, it was good to see him. I am always happy when he comes up for air.
MLH.. : )