Tomorrow is my big brother’s birthday. Instead of visiting with him and being the annoying little sister that I have most often been in his life, I am respecting his private time to celebrate as he wishes.
When we were kids, mom made a lot of our clothes. His birthday marks the end of summer, the return to school, and the wearing of corduroy, jackets, jumpers and jodhpurs.
What memories come up for you on the Labor Day weekend? Can you celebrate your way? Ki to Happiness feels the texture of time.