. . .and spider and little brown bat, whom we call Otis. The bat’s full name, in Latin, is Myotis lucifugus, and when there are two of them roosting up in the barn, we call the other Lucy. Screech Owl’s Latin name is Otus asio.
1. The bald eagle rising above the trees by the River on my drive home, pumping its wings as it rose toward a cloud that was rimed by a golden halo of sun. I am sorry we have made them such a symbol of military force. Writing about this eagle, I feel as though I must wade through layers and layers of shallow and odious symbology to get to the way it carried my spirit as it rose with powerful pulls of its wings, swimming upward through air, and how the sun lit the cloud from behind.
2. Monarchs buffeted by every little breeze and puff of air, making their laborious way southward. So many of them. Each sighting brings me a stab of joy. One fast truck can send them spinning and looping out of their way, but they persist.
3. Student music at school. I am blown away by the talent of these young people.
4. Restorative Justice. Discipline that thoughtfully encourages young people to look at the breach in relationships and how the breach can be mended. Empathetic and compassionate accountability. The principals at my school are wise and empathetic in their work with this, and this week we learned that the principal of our sons’ public school is also working with implementing restorative principles in the local school.
5. Cool air I can breathe in.
May we walk in Beauty!