Two Things Thursday #19

1. A Poem for Eustace R. Conway, IV created with Canva by Tremaine L. Loadholt

trapped trauma for the mountain man

a poem for Eustace R. Conway, IV

boy blue’d and black-hearted
made by a stubborn man
found himself peacekeeper
of the wild.

so sick of torture and
pinged for disobedience, he
trekked the world outside
his father’s home and made
love to the Carolina forests.

with nature as his mistress,
there was no place too
remote for this young man
trapped in his traumatic past
struggling to build a present.

he had loves who loved him
but he didn’t understand the
rules of falling in love, and
suffered heartbreaking consequences,
instead.

when fame found him
and plastered his noble features
on nationwide television, he
remained humble.
journalists, writers, and nosy
women wanted a piece of
Boone-infused pie.

his father’s namesake and his
mother’s favorite, he managed
to live up to his expectations
more than anyone else’s.

and even I, in my soon-to-be
mid-40s, can appreciate the
pain of childhood trauma when
it shapes and molds a
man into one who is
probably five times better
than his father.

or, that’s what I’d love
to believe to be true.

2. Lenny Kravitz. Photo courtesy of Essence.

1. I am enjoying the book I’m currently reading so much and the subject/character of interest, Eustace R. Conway, IV, that I was moved to write a poem about him.

My reading of the book led me to a few Google searches about him, and he’s really an incredible human being! I had no idea he was one of the most influential and liked characters of the no-longer-running show, Mountain Men on The History Channel.

Apparently, he’s uber sexy and intriguing to a lot of his fans and the envy of many men longing to learn more about mountain living and gaining sustainability in remote areas among nature.


2. Leonard Albert Kravitz, lovingly known as Lenny Kravitz, is a singer, songwriter, actor, father, and all-around beautiful human being.

He has had many musical hits and a signature, distinctive sound.

When you hear Lenny Kravitz, you know it’s him.

Here’s a YouTube video of my all-time favorite song by him: “It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over”. Enjoy!

It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over

A Tuesday Snapshot #25

Empire Bear. ©2024 Tremaine L. Loadholt

Every Tuesday for the last 24 weeks, I have shared a favorite photo I’ve taken within the week with all of you. This week, it is . . . Empire Bear.

This is the last post of the series. Thank you for joining me throughout each week for the images/subjects/inanimate objects that caught my eye.

Peace and blessings

Fathers, May Today Shine on You

I have love to give to the many fathers of this world, so here you go.

Photo by Unsplash+ via Unsplash

We are still here; amazed by your existence, charged by your love, and blessed to be in your presence.

For fathers who are fathering the lost, wayward, and weary. For fathers who Uncle their way around their nieces and nephews’ lives more like the ones who contributed to their lives than just the ones connected to them by blood. For fathers brothering their sisters and brothers on a higher scale than they should; around more than Daddy, himself . . .

We love you. We see you. We have no idea what your struggles entail, but we want you to know–what you are doing is not in vain.

To those of you holding on to memories of fathers who have found their way into heaven’s gates, may peace guide you and strengthen you throughout this weekend and the week ahead.

I can say, “I love you” to my dad whenever the sentiment strikes me, and that is an incredible blessing and I do not take it for granted.

Fathers, keep moving. Keep embracing the hearts of your children. Keep your eyes on God’s will for your life. Keep being the father many of us need and so many more of us want.

I assure you, none of it is in vain.

My dad, “Big Mike” & I from my most recent trip home to Savannah, Georgia this past April.

flourish

one-lined poem 3 parts

© 2024 Ájá’s Growth. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

the time came to freshen up my locs, and
I am blessed by hands that wash and
weave magic into my hair.

Ájá’s growth momentarily stunts my beliefs–she is
captivating me at every turn; it’s hard to
digest she was born in December of 2022.

hair care is important to me–to my journey, and I
welcome every strand that twists, coils, and binds
to my head; together, we’re flourishing.

Two Things Thursday #18

1. New Construction. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
2. The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

1. New Construction is a photo I snapped of the most recent sister construction to my apartment community. The building I call home has 1, 2, and 3 bedrooms. The one just behind my building has 1 & 2 bedrooms. This new construction is going to have 1 bedroom and Studio apartments.

I think having a trio in our community is wise, especially with more 1 bedroom apartments. Studios are also wise to have on-site.

I do not know when this construction will be completed but they’ve made a ton of progress since I’ve been here. My move-in date was August 24, 2023. Judging by how quickly they managed to do this, I would venture to say, that the project should be done by the end of this year or early next year.

I will keep you guys updated. I can’t wait to see the finished product!


2. The Last American Man is a novel by Elizabeth Gilbert. Gilbert is the author of the iconized book, Eat, Pray, Love, which was made into a movie. I own and read the book and I’ve seen the movie. I love them both.

However, I did not think I would read The Last American Man by Gilbert, but I am glad she wrote it. Her masterful way of thoughtfully placing paragraphs succinctly and using layman’s terms with a variety of flair has always lured me in. I now own four of Gilbert’s books, and I can truly say she’s fast becoming one of my favorite writers.

Here is a brief synopsis of The Last American Man:

In this rousing examination of contemporary American male identity, acclaimed author and journalist Elizabeth Gilbert explores the fascinating true story of Eustace Conway. In 1977, at the age of seventeen, Conway left his family’s comfortable suburban home to move to the Appalachian Mountains. For more than two decades he has lived there, making fire with sticks, wearing skins from animals he has trapped, and trying to convince Americans to give up their materialistic lifestyles and return with him back to nature. To Gilbert, Conway’s mythical character challenges all our assumptions about what it is to be a modern man in America; he is a symbol of much we feel how our men should be, but rarely are.

Her way of sharing Conway’s story without simply rehashing his past life and merging it into his present is stellar. She not only lets the reader into the life of Eustace Conway, but she sets a path before us to feel as though we’re walking it with him. From the abuse (both verbal and physical) he endured from his father, to the pain of being the eldest and namesake and not feeling adequate enough, to his travels all over the world, etc, Gilbert weaves a tale that doesn’t feel real, but it is.

If you’re looking for your next book, I recommend this one! It’ll give you more to think about concerning our surroundings, environment, and our way of life and have you questioning all that we have come to know in this day and age.