If you walk into any large retail bookstore and look around for the section on Men’s Studies or Men’s Work, it may not be easy to find. If the store even has one, you’ll discover only a shelf or two in a seldom seen section, tucked away in the back somewhere. By comparison the Women’s Studies section will be prominently featured, with colorful book spines in purples, pinks and red and take up many shelves covering a wide variety of topics and issues.
I make this observation not to whine about unfairness, but instead to make a couple of points about men and myth. First, the commercial print acts as if very few men, dads or sons are reading about, writing about or caring about what I call, being and becoming a whole man, inner and outer. Thankfully there is some good writing out here in the blogosphere. Some of my favorites are listed on the right. The second point, is that the men that do appear as heroic figures in popular print and film seem to fall into some very narrow roles: its either swashbuckler, chronic alcoholic/drug abuser or serial killer/assassin. They generally have great abs, but not much satisfaction. (Thank you, Mick Jagger.)
I pass on all of the categories listed above.
Although the ideas are useful in understanding the source of the inspiration to write these words. I already know what it is, that I want for today and the one after that. All I want is to be and become the most complete and sublime expression of a father and son that I can be. I want to be my very own ordinary hero.
Here’s this morning’s sunrise. Its rising earlier each day and moving steadily north along the horizon toward’s downtown Denver. The specks on the water by the way, are sleeping ducks.