The resident herd of big dogs, believing they were doing their job, launched into the whole danger-barking thing when the mail carrier dropped a couple of packages in the carport.
No amount of rationalizing can convince them to hush.
And yet, finally, they do.
Hopeful, but ever-learning, I waited until we were back to the big dog snoring routine before venturing out to investigate.
I was not disappointed.
And a very sexy veg cookbook.
Gifts. For me. From me.
You see, today is a big day in my world. Or, more accurately, the anniversary of a big day.
Thirty-eight years ago, I was having seizures in labor, waiting for Dave to be born, to the extent that I was conscious.
It wasn’t the journey my birth doula friends work so hard to empower.
It was, I suspect, the biggest of all the stories that have shaped my life which seems more important these days than all the scary details.
Especially since I am much engaged in integrating some of those stories just now.
So, today is Dave-day in my part of the world even though he’s in another part of the world just now.
The part of me that still owns a rolling-pin wishes I could bake him his traditional birthday treat. Apple pie.
Fortunately, the girls are turning into quite the bakers and I know he’ll have all the carbs he needs.
In the meantime, I have painting to do and big dogs to feed and trees to watch out the window. (It’s homework!)
And I imagine Dave will be busy with his world.
I won’t presume to tell his story.
Only to say that he has been the greatest teacher in my life.
And, I suspect he isn’t done!
One of the things I learned from Dave was to listen for the wisdom where it finds me.
Some found me yesterday.
I was engaged in more homework sorts of things. Baskets to wash. Notes to scribble. Symbols to ponder.
In the midst of putting this here so that could go there, I picked up a fiber art doll. She’s a little darker and not as sparkly as her sisters.
Though she does have cool hair!
She’s never hung on the Christmas tree.
I don’t always know where she is.
Yesterday, though, she was where I thought I wanted to put something else.
And, for the first time in a long time, I really heard her message.
The secret of having it all… is believing that you do!
Which is not to say that paint and sexy cookbooks can’t be helpful.
Or that another 500 square feet of house wouldn’t be handy.
Just a vivid reminder that I do have a whole lot of what really matters.
Happy birthday, Dave!