Making a happy birthday...

My son, Alex's birthday...about ten years ago...

his brothers, Evan and Marion smile on...

On my birthday, there seems to be a dimensional shift... Those I love and want close are far off...physically...emotionally...or psychicly... Perhaps its me. Have I pushed them all away for a day? Am I taking ultimate stock of myself and then celebrating? Yes... My birthdays are always good! I know I am deeply loved. Even in the quietness of the heaven tree, I feel all the arms holding me and eyes looking on me with love.

Happy Birthday me....!