just called my dad to wish him a happy birthday.
there were days this past year when i wasn't sure i would get to do that, ever again. but the stars are smiling on him, and so they smile on all of us.
every time i meditate, i end it with this little tiny prayer, a traditional Buddhist prayer for healing:
Just as the soft rains fill the streams,
pour into the rivers, and join together in the oceans,
so may the power of every moment of your goodness
flow forth to awaken and heal all beings--
those here now, those gone before, those yet to come.
i say it for my dad.
happy birthday pops.