A wonderful story of interbeing that just happened to me

Good morning all! I hope you are well. For context, my father works at a window construction factory, cutting the wood for the frames, and I just moved out for the past summer.

He joined me last week to help me pack up and move back home for the fall. Upon seeing the window frames in my away-from-home bedroom he remarked that they were made at his factory!

Little did he know, however many years ago, that he was crafting windows that would one day keep me warm. Windows that let the sun shine on me in the mornings. Windows that let me wake up to the songs of the birds.

And little did I know that while I was gone for the summer he was still there with me, in the windows.

I just wanted to share this story because it reminded me how connected everything is, and how wonderful it was that without us knowing my father and I were still connected while I was so far away :).

May you be at peace!