I spent what would have been my Daddy's birthday in HIS favorite place, doing what he did best....walking and thinking and marvelling at the wonder of the Universe. Last year at this time I felt bereft, adrift, LONELY, and sad. Far away from my homeland, disconnected. When we started this trip, daughter bird proclaimed it the *pilgrimage to the land of my mother's father* and the simple truth of that has washed over me and cleansed a very old wound.
This year I feel strong and centered and sure. I never used tothink anyone could fill my father's shoes. I know now that the important thing is to walk in his footsteps. I'm the one who can fill those shoes.....walk the WALK.
Before I get too far out there again, I wanted to tell you about the knitting I did in his honor. I knit a mobius in the moonlight and gave it as a gift, explaining the mathematical principle to the young birthday child...a strong independent athletic girl child of one of my dearest friends.
The beat goes on.....
so may it be!