I haven't known quite what to do about this. "The ducks" were offered as some hint at background information until I figured it out.
You see, on the day I clicked the give-away post, I learned that my father had been moved to hospice care. We anticipated this when he went into the hospital on Monday.
My sister agreed to be there for both of us as he navigates this passage into death.
I wasn't going to say anything because I don't really share the deeper spaces of my life here on La Fourchette. But this time, I couldn't seem to keep up a playful front with such a heavy distraction going on...and I just couldn't keep blaming the ducks. So rather than going underground and emerging later in the week, I decided to tell the truth and let you in. La vie est compliquée.
Images for today and tomorrow will be dedicated to my father, a man of tremendous character. In his life, he was devoted to his wife, loved his daughters and held an unshakable commitment to always do his best. As a man of deep faith, he didn't necessarily understand her, but he prayed for his Buddhist daughter.
Now his Buddhist daughter sends prayers on the wind to him...prayers of light and love and courage to accompany him through the profound bardo between life and death.