My son is 49 today, a magic number, seven times seven, an entry number as he gathers all together before a half century comes to pass.  I pause in contemplation.   49 years: Birth branching connection in waves of immersion and growth.

Rising, rooted, to branch

We are all connected. To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe, atomically.

– Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Reflecting
Curving
Holding
Turning
Flowering
Weaving the years in waves

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