Dad, Papa and the certitude of past karma

this time last year i was on a plane, returning from a trip to North Carolina. i was trying to mediate the karmas i incurred during six years spent trying to make a foolish decision wise.

the trying was futile, the mediation failed.

but this is beside the point.

the point is that tomorrow my father and brother arrive from the frigid Appalachian cold for a long weekend in the Keys. i look forward to seeing them, and the six-toed cats Papa kept before that russet Idaho morning in July...