Yesterday was my Brother's Birthday - the first born. I meditated on my parents within me and felt their joy on this day 69 years ago. My young proud Father beaming - it's a boy, it's a boy; My Son. Cigar smoke wafting with joy; the incense of the working class of Southeast Baltimore. Life. Life.
Impermanent, yet ongoing. Nourish the dearth of death with one more conscious breath. Touch the life of those around I remind myself.
I played Gathered Hearts for them; for me. Then I called my sister-in-law to see how she was doing.