Today I celebrate my father's 133rd Birthday. He taught me a fascination for life and to marvel at the eyewinks of sunrise and sunset. In a blink, darkness animates morning and day sneaks into night.
My father and I watched my "big ball of fire" as it eased into the horizon. He described a moment when the sun finds the sea and changes color in a "flash." Green sparks for a second or two.
We coddled our patience through myriad twilights to catch that perfect moment - the green flash.
Now, living on a hill with a view to the sea, I continue to watch and wait. The mystery unfolds when I least expect it. The search means placing myself in a variety of circumstances to "get ready." An amazement awaits in mirages and light shimmers. I feel his hug and hear his laugh.
With my hand in his hand, I discovered cursive writing's flow. We danced to a variety of music. If I felt upset, his hand always had my back. 
Now, living on a hill with a view to the sea, I continue to watch and wait. The mystery unfolds when I least expect it. The search means placing myself in a variety of circumstances to "get ready." An amazement awaits in mirages and light shimmers. I feel his hug and hear his laugh.
Life has its mysteries that I cannot perceive without the patience of the process. I feel awakenings daily as I attend to my practice.
The thrill keeps me eager until a flash reveals itself.
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