Morning -

Soft rain today, gray skies, and I am gently renewed after ten hours sleep, and yet, I struggle with the news.   The good news is that the hawks are flying over Hawk Hill and this is a chance to visit them, and those who work to count and band them.   And the bad news is - well, you know it  - lies, lies, lies.   I do not understand how these people sleep at night, how they live with themselves, and I worry about the example they set, or don't set for our children.   Each of us, each day, must focus even more on being the change we want to see in the world.

I feel that one cause of this breast cancer for me was my inability to accept the lies of Bush, and that people could not see, so I struggle now to take in the daily minimal dose of knowing what is going on without being personally harmed by it.  It is not yet easy for me to do.  It is my challenge of this day, even as I have a lovely day planned.   Four members of my book group meet here tonight.  I look forward to that treat.

Here is to a day filled with understanding and reaching to suckle on the rain drops, falling like pacifiers, from the sky.