This isn’t a normal post.
Maybe I should be writing about how I’m about to find dance skeletons for the upcoming shows to be choreographed, or my recent developments and ideas for cabarets and concerts.
What’s on the docket then?
Family. And I got a mighty fine one at that.
Today is all about the Beemans.
My father is the second of four boys, all sport-loving, kind, frugal, loving men with families all of their own. Beeman men are a special breed; while thought to be the quieter and strong supportive backbone of each off-shoot family, they actually are some of the funniest straight men I’ve encountered. Together, a raucous of laughter, caring jabs, and heartfelt moments surround all members of our large (and growing) extended Beeman family, plus all those who touch our sphere of Americana brother/sister-hood.
As fun as our time is when we are all together, it happens to be quite rare when we can have all four Beeman Brothers’ families in the same place at the same time. There are the East-Coast Beemans, the West-Coast Beemans, the Mid-West Beemans, and the Texas Beemans: we’re all over the place. Inadvertently, reunions to let our invigorating energy simply and immediately recreate itself as if time never passed, can take years in between to come to.
But why should it? At every get-together we say how we need to stay in better touch and get out to each others’ necks of wood. And, as it too often happens with those you love, what’s uttered, what’s planned, never happens. Schedules, money, time... They all get in the way.
Well, I’m not letting that happen anymore. Nothing will get in my way.
It’s now been two years since I’ve graduated. I’m coming up on a quarter-lifetime-milestone and it’s time to step back and see where importance establishes itself. Roots are starting to ground themselves in New York, and I couldn’t think of a better city to have them in. NYC is where I’m supposed to be, but I’m also supposed to be with my family.
FAMILY: a person or people related to one
and so to be treated with a special loyalty or intimacy.
(My Mac’s Dictionary)
This past weekend at a Beeman wedding, I saw with the arrival of my cousin’s daughter a new Beeman generation coming to and becoming a part of us:
Through her infant eyes I was able to see what it meant to be Beeman: OMNIPRESENT LOVE. Every giggle released and snuggle given from this little angel brought us all joy, reminding us all of our true bond as a great family. With her smile, I saw how important it was for me to go and spend time with my extended family in the near future. And as I have seen in past endeavors, when a goal is for good, a job is for joy, a leap is for love, I will be provided for in so many more ways than I ever imagined.
(Baby Clara with her Grampa, my Uncle Bob, at the rehearsal dinner.)