So much love for these four.
So many numbers.
Four of 11 kids.
All with kids: 7, 6, 5, 3.
All with grandkids: Too many to count
And of course the “Great Grands”
Respect for their lives, their loves, their stories.
How long will we still enjoy those games of Hand and Foot? The pies? The company?
Time found . . .
July was a hard month. Missing so many.
And yet finding joy.
Finding cause to celebrate.
Near and far.
So hard to find the words that are inclusive.
Words of comfort.
“This body is not me; I am not caught in this body,
I am life without boundaries,
I have never been born and I have never died.
Over there the wide ocean and the sky with many galaxies
All manifests from the basis of consciousness.
Since beginingless time I have always been free.
Birth and death are only a door through which we go in and out.
Birth and death are only a game of hide-and-seek.
So smile to me and take my hand and wave good-bye.
Tomorrow we shall meet again or even before.
We shall always be meeting again at the true source,
Always meeting again on the myriad paths of life.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh, “No Death, No Fear”
As July enters its last week, the days already grow shorter.
Enjoy the minutes, hours or days that you can steal.
Store up joyous memories.
Stir up some good trouble.
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