Space is not just nothing… - Alan Watts
Magic Island at Sunst / Fuji x70
I often think of my Dad since he passed. I also worry about my Mom alot more ever since. The recent and periodic joke is “the child has become the parent” as I throw parental like comments out there.
Thinking of him increases in the obvious like around the date of his passing and when could be anything else happens that sparks such thoughts of him. Ever since the burial service for my brother’s Mom the other day, I’ve been thinking how I didn’t take enough pictures of and with him.
In general, I didn’t do it enough but also I just didn’t have the foresight to save things as I stumbled through earlier chapters of my life. Before I got an iPhone, I have memory cards from old phones out there somewhere with photos on them that are either lost or buried somewhere. I lost another phone once while getting out of a car and just like the lost or buried in belongings some place, equally never to be found again.
Lately, I feel like I see my Dad’s countenance in my own.
Could be the beard, or maybe it’s the expression, but as I navigate through my life, just as I see him in my brother, I see him in me.
I have some pretty clear memories of my Dad around the age that I am now when he was this age.
I also have alot of fog. Too much fog really…
It’s wild, like so many decades of my life are packed in the memories, just like those old memory cards, waiting to be, or perhaps never again found.
It’s utterly what in all the f*cks.
Yeah.
Nothing profound today, friends. Just some musings and missings…
Perhaps the check-in and share is all the profound we need.
So the bodhisattva saves all beings, not by preaching sermons to them, but by showing them that they are delivered, they are liberated, by the act of not being able to stop changing. - Alan Watts
A hui hou.