Winter slowly crept in: short days, low-angle light, cold air, leaf-less trees. All signs that typically lead me to hibernate. But yesterday, instead of hibernating, I road my bike in the crisp air--pedaled from yoga to work to massage to home. And I paused to capture the beautiful winter sky.
I thought of this simple, yet powerful poem by Hafiz:
And then thought of the love I've seen--love that doesn't say "you owe me." It's been a difficult week for my family, as we search for an out-of-the-home place for my mom to live. A place that will keep her safe and also provide her thoughtful care. I think of my dad; never in his life has he said "you owe me." He is kind, tolerant, go-with-the-flow, curious, and unwavering in his support. He is the sun in Hafiz's poem. He's the most amazing person I've ever known. And he's my dad--how cool is that?