“ADAM RESURRECTED”

Now again dteply pensive, I sense a few neurons attempring to emetge, back to long-ago, popping up deliberately as if it were yesteryear today. Yes, I seem to be thrust back in time with a vestige of my adolescence, then an awkwatd youth ambling aimlessly, hands in pockets, and winking at gids who blushed so easily and loving to romp about in a hot summet shower with my friends and plav sandlot spons rough and tumble as the males of the species so enioy. So, while my mind is whisking a'twitter, surfacing as expected is a pithy passage from a childhood book, ever so timely' yet 60 relevant to mv present situation. Tingled with delight, I can recite it verbatim and will do it out loud so Monica, Adam Jr. and even Buddy may woof in tesponse, 'When Alice reached a crosstoads, shc asked the Cheshire Cat, "Would you tell me please, which way I ought to go from here?" Replied the cat, "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." "I don't much care wherc," said Alice. And the cat said, "Then it doesn't matter which way you go." To that Alice added as an cxplanation, "So long as I get somevhere," "Oh, you're sure to do that," said tbe cat, "ifyou only w,alk long enough."* Alice In Wondedand, C.S.Lewis If cver walking long enough were the solution, it's still not fair of them to not offer a clue so I could attempt to solve this predicament of us wandering without a compass. Good l-ord, and praise be to them for complying so fast, fot at this very moment good fonune struck and eve rything started to fall in place. We found lots of berries - stuffing ourselves and reinvigorating our hopes and out spirits. Well, in the course of two days we were home at last. So, I scribbled in my diary our series of good luck. Telling it in brief, we arrived at a river, found a rowboat, towed upstteam, met a freighter, climbed aboard, were dropped off at a city, boarded a train, rode to catch a bus, and arrived home to kiss the ground. This morning, now as the light of dawn peeks through mv dormer, I squint to see that angel Amos is gone. I cannot blame him if was to be forevet, but m1' loss is a great one, especially since I'm certain to withdraw a mite, sadly missing those fabulous phantasms. However, dispelling that bit o[sadness, I take to laugh heartilv at mv cocker, Buddy, on our bed, nibbling at my ear and licking mv face. He's waiting for his morning chorv and to that I q.ill oblige - and pronto. Buddy must know that his life is good, and even when his belly is empty, it is mutual love that tides him over to patiently wait for a tasw morsel or thtee. Sometimes he'll stand on his hind legs begging for a treat with a little woof in dog jargon, and I tespond by tossing him tteats. But me, Adam Zack, fortunate human who rately, ifever, has to be suppliant to beg for a treat. I just will for one because I can and it's always within reach. Such is the misery of life in this chaotic and hostile world for many. But were it not fot my wits, wiles, whims and wealth, I too would be in the throes of the downrodden. I created mv own Eden, private for me and my loved ones. This mini-paradise owes to my primal self, and organic unit of body, mind and spirit, in charge as a soveteign. Moteover, a daily respitc, that without such a sanctuary, I would be in the thick of street gossip, rvhere mindless scuttlebutt and madness abounds. So, I simmer as sinner or saint apparent, choosing to do rvith the faculties the Creator implanted in me. And in gratitude, I cclebtate mv humanness. Onward down mv back stairs and through the sash I saunter into mv ideal and private sanctuary, my garden. Now I'm strolling about happily uplifted, and will prance a little about with a flair, and while sometimes when alone with modesry aside I strut about sans a fig leaf, unlike Adam of old in defcrcnce to Eve. Glorious indccd, my estate is my Eden, and my gardcn is genetously replete with virtually all the trappings that enhance wellbeing. Albeit, mc, Adam, a specimen the Creator fashioned with great precision to set foot on this Earth and endute by doing w'hat I deem necessary, exercising mv choice and ficrcelv defending mv humanness. While two halves make a loaf, one half is to divine, the othe( to do things Eanhly. Ergo, for now I'm convinced what it means to feel whole.