Ah.. yes.. me too.. i love the hearts carved in wooden bench..
and you know now dear.. that bench that serves as part of swing..
is born the same year as you in ’93..
as i think i have your birth year correct.. at least..
And that is the same year.. that our house is constructed..
that is also 21 years old like you too.. going on 22 this October..
the house by the way.. as i am not sure of your precise month of birth..
but yeah.. Ynot.. i am curious about that.. as all other stuff in life..;)
Anyway.. in bench years.. weathered by hot and humid Florida Sun..
that chair is as old as anything in ‘dog years’..
of weathered storms.. oh yes.. placed on the soil..
it too weathers Hurricanes Erin.. Opal.. Ivan.. Dennis..
and Katrina to some degree..
yes.. the biggest baddest Hurricane
of them all.. in the U.S.. Ms. Katrina is she..:)
But anyway back to bench years..
wife Katrina will love to replace that bench
with something new.. not weathered.. not cracked or broken..
as wife Katrina is a perfectionist.. that i too at one point am too..
if more than her.. in some ways of rigid routines of life…
The story of bricks of life..
that i will summarize a little later.. as part of this lesson of life for me..
Oh.. and then there is the 20 year aluminum siding guaranteed to stay white..
that after 7 years.. begins to peel a little at the edges..
that wife Katrina does want immediately replaced
and not touched up with paint.. as that is not perfect form as well..
Ah the forms of life.. invented by humans.. they do restrict life…
To celebrate life with a broken down bench.. that just serves to remind me
of the beauty of imperfection that no longer serves any purpose
but meaning like that..
Is a lesson In life
of the bricks around the flowers of my home..
that i line up perfectly in sacred geometrical shapes..
and when i get ill.. as wife Katrina hates those shapes..
she removes them from my flower beds..
and then the garden that is my life’s work…
as truly that is my only activity that
comes close to connecting me
during my decades of work…
So i think it’s the end of my world..
as that’s all i have of remembering GOD..
in part.. left in those bricks then..
But ah.. the blessings that come..
a pile of bricks disordered remain..
in the corner of a bed.. since i become well
and have the strength of five men..
I leave them there…
as I know now
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY FEEL
that God lives within me.. not a brick.. not a bench..
and most importantly NOT a book.. or even a word..
God is energy.. God is Power..
THERE IS NO
MATTER LOSS OF
THAT IS GIFT
I PRAY FOR YOU..
TO ALWAYS HAVE
ALLAH.. GOD.. THE
FORCE.. OR WHATEVER
METAPHOR YOU USE
FOR THE UNAMED
BEAUTY OF THE
TO LIVE INSIDE
AND BE YOU
NOW.. WITH ME
AND ALL OTHERS
AND EVEN A