Feliz Navi 🥲🙏🥰😇😍🤪🥸😎😀😅😊😌dad.
I cooked a beautiful male drake yesterday. A good friend took his life in a most loving way and his body fed the chickens and the ducks and the fly larvae and hooded decent people.
We are blessed. When we care to glance, then look appropriately at those many abundant appraisals of life that really matter.
We are as shooting stars across the firmament.
Or palm trees 🌴 as they sway in the ocean breaths that career across vast stretches of the waters of the deep.
The purpose of myth is to lift one to the stars. To transcend the rational mind.
To make some kind of contact, new and fresh, each generation, with the spirits of the land and the air and the sun and the cosmos.
We are offspring of that and, like everything that forms and passes, in the retained beautiful symmetry of it all – we glimmer with hope and promise when grateful and humble enough, then, despite all odds, all under heaven, begins to be reconcile ex and life heals , then, we find purpose on the road of our evolution.
You are never alone.