The textures of my birthday, have been like a Gustave Klimt painting and a circus so far; this part a hidden edible garden on a hill with a mystic meadowy melody of valley view! Thanks friends! Felt like I was in a Van Morrison song today, or Chopin sonata, or a floating place of vision! The textures of love never end. We’ll keep walking in them. And my wife loves getting lost in gardens which trail into wildness, and untended melodies…it’s a shared inner landscape!

 As our friend put it, beauty ministers, and is a ministry.

 My eyes are rich, as is my heart. Thanks friends!

 Of course, i got obsessed with these resplendent fish just being in their silent world beneath the trees, reflecting another world-where the types of silence of fish and silence of sky, meet and converse in light, is one of my favorite places. How they somehow reflect one another is something which has always captivated me.

 Good to have friends in high places and low. “The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it, and continues to reflect and praise by being itself.” The gift of beholding some rarefied earth this year, blessed me. Anyway,  nice to return to this part of it, and these friends again this year! Cherished convergences, conjoinings, confluences, and collaborations through life’s many chapters. Let’s write more hours and daily life poems together friends! Thanks again. What a wonder filled birth celebration it’s been!