I did begin Malala's book last night, I am Malala. It is an eye-opener, and, in my opinion, a must-read. It is not a fast-read, requires time to imagine her life and where she is from, time to put yourself there, and perhaps part of the giving time is that I am here, pulsed in a different rhythm, requiring a molt. Layers open like feathers, and fall.
We went to Drake's Beach yesterday, because wave warnings were in force, but it was the calmest I've ever seen it. It is a gentle time here, soft with peace, and each time I look up there is more water on approach. The tide comes in; the tide goes out. In each of us, a pitcher pours and fills. Receive. Release.