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sunday, september 30

still at home... today is my dad's birthday! As my friend Jeff tends to say from time to time, "That Harold (my dad) might be the nicest guy I know..." or something else along those lines. He loves to work in the yard, and the yard here at our house in Kentucky is like something from a spa or a meditation center. He takes a slightly organized chaos philosophy to the yard, so it never looks manicured. He has old trees that shade you with grace and wisdom when you need it, spots that shine with sunshine... Millions of bird feeders for all different types of the winged ones -- newest arrivals are tiny yellow finches. Flowers of all different colors tucked into unexpected spots where they add just a tiny bit of color to the deep, lush greens of the yard. He just built a new little retaining wall in front of a tree in our front yard, and the stone is very old-looking and beautiful.
My dad is a gentle and loving soul, and as I sat in the yard that reflects so much of his spirit this evening I was inspired to write a poem for him for his birthday (funny, I was just checking my pal Ezra's weblog and he wrote a poem for his dad's birthday too --- strange! Great minds...). I get frustrated at times when I try to write in birthday cards like there is too much pressure for me to tell people how very much I love them. I felt today that I could best do that with a poem. My dad's yard inspired that creativity -- my fifth and fourth chakras burned brightly this evening. My dad's yard will do that too you. I sit there and feel grounded, really on this planet. I feel charged and replinished. The birds sing, and my heart soars.
I wish that I could just live in my dad's garden...

Happy Birthday Dad!!
I love you more than I could ever be able to express with our human language.
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