Celebrating the journey
we began in a rose garden
30 years ago today.
This photo, my dad and I
right before he walked me down the garden path
to the mister I still love and do life with today
…….30 things I love about that:
~his beautiful hands and kind, firm touch,
~his quiet way,
~how when he laughs, really laughs, it’s music,
like my grandpa’s was,
~his loving fierceness for protecting our children,
~the compassion that rises up and takes him over
when he senses genuine need.
~that he keeps learning, keeps growing, keeps opening to change,
even when it challenges and chills him,
~that he notices nature with childlike eyes
…our shared love for wildlife and aliveness
was how we fell in love,
~that he still surprises me,
~the way he cares for my car,
~that he takes life’s hits and keeps moving forward,
~how he wouldn’t quit on us and wouldn’t let me quit, either
…the peacefulness that’s come
~the way his eyes smile to me in a crowd,
~the feel of his hand on the small of my back,
~the iron sharpening iron way he challenges me
with his oh-so-different-from-me-ness,
~the happy squeeze in my belly when we ride the same wave,
~the way he’s learned to be free about me being me.
~how we’ve learned to fight hard and often and well,
~the way his straight lines sometimes bend to blend with my wavy ones,
~the way he lives his own truth and keeps it real,
~his calm courage when I lose it and come undone,
~his humility when I’m the braver one,
~that his heart is tender,
~his prayers are real,
~his love is faithful,
~his art is forgiveness,
~and his story is strong.
~the way he loves his mama, feels his music, and lives out his love
for me real and raw and true,
~the way we’re creating simple in a hard, chaotic world,
~that our journey becomes more of an adventure every day
and growing still is the freedom to do life together
with each of us more free to be just exactly who we are,
and celebrated individually.
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
and let the winds of heaven dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
even though the strings of the lute are alone but they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each others keeping,
for only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together: for the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each others shadow.”
-Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet