{"id":3015,"date":"2017-07-21T08:52:26","date_gmt":"2017-07-21T15:52:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3015"},"modified":"2017-07-21T08:52:26","modified_gmt":"2017-07-21T15:52:26","slug":"trew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/trew\/","title":{"rendered":"“Trew”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Someone had written \u201cTrew\u201d into the sand. I saw the word and stopped, the old English teacher in me that I can’t purge yet.<\/p>\n

An odd first name? A total illiterate? Hopped up? New slang for the Dope New World? Some stupid derivation of the stupid phrase, \u201cTrue That!\u201d ?<\/p>\n

Who knew? I could have asked Amazon’s Alexa, curiously shaped as a cairn and resting atop a rock encrusted with barnacles, not far from where I stood, but I figured the salt wind had corroded her powers.<\/p>\n

I would ask the ocean instead and take \u201ctrew\u201d where it willed me and trill it along. I decided right there to list what I intuited to be true about me. I can’t speak for others. I wrote my list in the sand and spelled everything correctly. It was quite legible, too.<\/p>\n

Trew this!<\/p>\n

That I will find my way back to some lost friendships, and that I will have to take the lead.<\/p>\n

That there are still books in me that have nothing to do with my current situation and reinvention.<\/p>\n

That there is a shelter dog out there for me.<\/p>\n

That I will get a job.<\/p>\n

That I will find a way to help others.<\/p>\n

That there are people who still know how to listen. Or better yet, want to listen.<\/p>\n

That there are people who still believe that facts matter.<\/p>\n

That people can admit error. That I can admit error.<\/p>\n

That people can forgive and ask forgiveness and actually mean it. That I can ask forgiveness and people accept it. That people get the big joke.<\/p>\n

That I am sorry I put so many people through the wringer.<\/p>\n

That someone can start a new chapter in life living near the beach in a 40-year old RV with an 8-Track player. (It sort of worked out for James Rockford in The Rockford Files, <\/i>although he lived in a trailer.)<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>That discovering a 1985 Shelia E CD in an Oregon Coast tavern lending library could have revolutionary consequences for me. Track 3, 12:18! \u201cA Love Bizarre.\u201d <\/i>One line goes: A strawberry mind \/ a body that’s built for two. <\/i>In that line and others, <\/i>I’ve never heard a more perfectly obvious or oblique encapsulation of authentic primal desire. Naturally, the song was co-written by Prince and the record released on his Paisley Park label. His candor is sorely missed in this world. He got us.<\/p>\n

That white agates could be the new keyhole limpets.<\/p>\n

That my unique method of distributing my books via animal welfare thrift stores along the Oregon Coast will help me reach a very interesting new readership and help save my furry friends. Every time I revisit the shops, the books are gone.<\/p>\n

That I will land a surf perch on my third cast.<\/p>\n

That my great letter writer will keep writing me great unburdening letters from an abandoned church.<\/p>\n

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Someone had written \u201cTrew\u201d into the sand. I saw the word and stopped, the old English teacher in me that I can’t purge yet. An odd first name? A total illiterate? Hopped up? New slang for the Dope New World? Some stupid derivation of the stupid phrase, \u201cTrue That!\u201d ? Who knew? I could have […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3016,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[6,96,13,79,261,260,7],"class_list":["post-3015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","tag-matt-love","tag-ocean","tag-oregon-coast","tag-prince","tag-sheila-e","tag-true","tag-writing","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3015","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3015"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3015\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3018,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3015\/revisions\/3018"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3016"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}