Bless you hombreto Carlos, little Carlos

I haven't seen you in 3 1/2 years, and now you tell me you are entering 9th grade - freshman!!

Well, sir Carlos, I hand it over to the young generation. No one I've ever met in my life time, older than you, has been able to rock it and rest it and put it to bed the way you did. Bravo.

This is your heritage, even if only I am here to present it to you: Do what you dream with this gift, and let it be your peace.

I take from you a lesson of my own, a passion of the dream, and the chance to manifest it NOW. May I borrow this strength of Spirit to bring forth a message? This message of whose reception I hope to be made a first-hand witness. I wish to be privvy to the path more peacefully travelled, the path more harmoniously enjoyed - the path of joyful thankfulness and abundance. I wish to see love and respect, honor that understood mutually by all. For it is not an honor of nationality, or race, it is one of human life, as communicated to us in similarity and contrast to the animal kingdom, the plant kingdom, the bird kingdom, insect, micro-y-macro-scopic, and mythical worlds. A curious show of gratitude, individually presented. This is my prayer. For myself and for all.

Amen.