This is a subject bound to induce pain. It pains me to write for what you may feel; for what I feel.
There is a great crisis afoot. It’s been this way for decades, generations. It is the Great Father Crisis—missing as consistent teachers for sons. Perhaps the same could be said for mothers and daughters. Everyone, it seems, is implicated. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. It’s just how things are. It’s a key to our self-discovery and healing.
My present text is Robert Bly’s, Iron John: a Book About Men.
God has called me to it, for my own good, and for the good of the work still ahead for me.
This article should go on for several thousand words, days, months... but it won’t at this stage.
Something is brooding.
Father is no longer really an admired role, but it is nonetheless fundamental for sons, as are mothers for daughters, supposedly. Rather than father’s temper it is his teaching the son needs. Little really needs to be said. They just be together, so son can learn to be man.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.