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This year would have been my father's 60th birthday (if I've got the dates right).  I've been seeing him a lot lately in men of a certain age around my neighborhood.  Men with bushy white hair & beards, tan faces & limbs, in easy summer clothes.  Relaxed confident men casually steering a sailboat through the channel or coolly strolling down the sidewalk.

Every time I see him (them) he's alone.  Totally at ease. And I know he'll light up in the instant I call out to him. Oh, but when I take a second look he's gone already, absorbed into the body of someone else's father, uncle, husband, friend. My father is gone.

I don't know what's brought him back to me so strongly right now. Maybe it's his approaching birthday. Or the stress at my job that prompts me to ask for help from others, when his insight is what I want. Or maybe it's because my friend's mother is dying and that shifted the screen between the living & the dead for us. Maybe it's that I'm nearing the date that marks as many years without him as I had with him. Or it might be my son, who has his Grampy's curly hair and all the other features that remind me of my dad, & all my son's characteristics that my dad would have enjoyed. It might be my husband's devotion to our boy, the good parenting he models for me, and the echoes from my father's parenting.

It's good to see my dad, even in others, and to recall him at his best.  To imagine him at his best right now. And it hurts so freshly to lose him again to the forms of these strangers.

Whatever prompted this visit from him, I've decided what it means. I still love him. His love is still with me. My life is changing so much, both from what it's been and from what I had imagined for my life. But all the good that my dad gave me is still part of me.  It shapes me in these changes.  And I share it with my loves today.

Happy Birthday Dad, & many happy returns.

The new moon anchored the word "earth" in my mind the last couple weeks & influenced the full moon dreamboard. The image in the center of the board is a symbol for earth (a color copy of a ceramic tile).  The flowers & such I collected on my walk home from work yesterday.  The woman runner is carried over from last month.  She loves the sound of her own breathing when she's working out hard.  Me too.

I've enhanced my weekend ritual in the last few weeks.  Now, when the husband & baby go down for their nap, I fill a basket with mama-goodies, grab the folding chair & something to drink, and slip right outside to the yard.  Our building has a skinny strip of yard behind it.  Our apartment is on an end of the building & immediate to the fire door that leads out to the yard.  I'm near enough that the guys can holler out the window if they really need me.  Otherwise, since the yard is rarely used, solitude is mine.