Happy Birthday, Don Pepe!...dad
Today, many, many years ago, and many more memories than that, my father was born. I think. At least, I have a note about that, so as to re - member. In the recent days he has been present in my awareness and thus, memories brought about by that. The memories are 'dry': not the soft, moist, aroma - filled memories of one's mother, or grandma. The loving conceit - ers, to whim you were "the greatest thing since slice bread"; their "adoración". No, these memories are grown-up. The type that we think of about business relationships. Dry, emotions, backstage, yet they bear no defensiveness, nor aggressiveness. Just plain "facts", heady stuff, no sensations nor emotions aroused except 'presence'. As in, "it is time", here and now, "it-is-what-it-is". So, here we are, Dad; here I am. Thank you for the gift of life. Thank you for my name. Thank you for the experiences. Thank you for the gifts, the laughter, the joys, ...