Last Thursday my friend and I sat by the bay on a warm afternoon to celebrate her birthday. We wore masks and kept our distance, but that didn't diminish the laughter and camaraderie that comes with shared history and the enduring bond of friendship.
Today a big baby boy was born to a dear young friend.
One by one my friends and I are getting vaccinated.
And tomorrow competent and compassionate leadership comes to Washington.
Hope is bubbling up everywhere, and I am weeping quiet tears of joy.
I took a long walk over the hill and through the vineyards this morning. The sun was comforting and recent rains have turned everything green. There is hope in that, and in seeing new growth as Nature taking its course. Again.
This is what I wrote when she first showed up in May. back when she became the subject of "Hope 39."
"A female peacock (peahen) showed up on our doorstep this weekend. Everything about her reminded me of my mother. Elegant, exotic, beautiful, present, with a deeply soothing spirit. Even the crest on her head looked like something my mother might have worn to adorn her topknot. She stayed around for two days, watching us and us her. Then, just like that, she was gone."