A new start

Today’s poem:

I’m a cowboy
I’m simple country folk
I like simple food
I love a good joke

I love the high plains
I love its sky so blue
I love the Gospel
I believe it’s true

Jesus is my Shepherd
I’m a dumb old lamb
Let me tell you more
Of where I’m from and who I am

Today’s thoughts:

I took off a few days not because of a plan, at least not a plan on my part. But during that time, the idea of writing more about disability culture and issues came to me. I was going to do it at some point. But when?

Now is the time. We all know the war is tragic, Bush is dumb, stubborn so writing about it day after day no longer appeals to me.

This blog will be about disability culture

But before that, it has to be about my journey to accepting the notion of crip culture.

I was born breech with. the chord strangling me. My heart stopped. Oxygen quit going to my brain. I was dying.

It was 1958 and Catholics believed unbaptized infants went to Limbo. Limbo was not hell but it wasn’t heaven. I mean it wasn’t Nebraska but it wasn’t Kansas. It was like a decent hotel with no cable. It has since be declared mythic. Holy Mother Church now teaches that such babies go to heaven. I suspect they attend classes, knowing nobody gets a free ride in HMC, except Our Lady, of course.

Anyway, Doc Limes knew how good a Catholic Mom was so he offered to baptize me. Mom said yes. Doc poured water on my wee head and my heart beat.

I’m not claiming a miracle. I tell that story because it has had a profound effect on me. I feel god spared me for some reason.

But my brain was permanently damaged. I had cerebral palsy and would develop epilepsy.

Next, growing up crip.

Keep hoping.