October 6, 2025
Today would have been my Aunt Lois's 115th birthday.   She was one of my first mentors.  When I was 13 I spent part of the summer in California with her and my cousins.  She was a head teacher at Sacramento Head Start and introduced me to creating curriculum to engage multicultural classrooms.  I was fascinated with what she was doing.  That was what started me on my professional journey.


Today was a beautiful day in more than one way.  It certainly was physically beautiful and I got some good photos to prove it.  

I also had a 3 hour spirit catch up lunch that grounded me more than anything has grounded me in awhile.  Mainly because being with another empath is just that, grounding and validating.  


We are living in a hard world at the moment.  We just watched a judge's home blown up with her family inside.  In America, in our America we just witnessed terrorism.

I had blood drawn before 8:30, I was in the pool before 10.  And in the rookery around 4:30 with the desire to write, but the light to photograph.  I watched the heron and kingfisher interact, and so wished I had a bigger lens.   

I got to talk to EJ, to Patrick, and text with Annie and David.  I ate good food, and my stomach handled it.  

Yes, it was long, but beautiful in spite of the horror of our political world.  

Oh and I believe my niece, Maddie is on this side of the Pacific Ocean again.




 



I should go back to doing a daily bird list.  The last couple of days have been interesting.  Yesterday I saw all of those birds in the canal and today I saw those birds that winter here begin to show in crowds a long the road.   I saw a murder of crows yesterday, and today I heard them where ever I went. 
And to finish my day out in the world I went back to the graveyard and watched to moon rise and the sun set.  The moon is gorgeous tonight.  She made me smile in the middle of my sense of confusion by the news.  The moon is ivory, or velvet, or the inside of my heart when I think of them.  She is power and goodness and as clear and bright as she is tonight, she is also haunting.


I want so much to be able to define the multi facets of love in an absolute way.  



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