It is my brother's birthday today.
The years are slowly adding up since he's been gone.
He was a wise man who loved the great outdoors - all aspects of the great outdoors.
When asked what his religion was, Don always said that he went to the Church of the Blue Dome.
That's a feeling I know, myself. The glorious Church of the Blue Dome.
When I wonder how to honor him, the answer that always comes is to get outdoors, spend some time in nature, somehow, some way.
When you think of dear ones now gone, what's the most appropriate tribute that comes to mind to honor them?
And when you think of loved ones who are in your life now, what's most appropriate to honor them?
It's likely there's a different way to honor each and every one.
Today's quote from my desk calendar made me smile. It reinforces the Church of the Blue Dome thought:
It's glorious the things an empty self sees!
I walk the stream to its very source, sit and watch the clouds rise...
If by chance I meet an old woodsman, we talk and laugh - no rush to get home.
Wang-wei