If I close my eyes I can still hear her voice. Sometimes the conversations would begin with a hmmmph, followed by a statement that left no room for interpretation—for she was never anything but crystal clear and to the point. Other times, the hmmmph was preceeded by Child, then an equally observant comment.
We had next to nothing in common other than a shared love for a woman we both worked for, in different capacities, yet, somehow we became friends. I can’t think of her without feeling a twinge of guilt for the privileges that the color of my skin gave me over her, and our conversations were quite possibly the first real ones I’d ever had about race.
Her passing closed a chapter—a period of time in my life that forever changed me. And though she’s gone, she will live forever in my heart.
Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.
What a beautiful sight to see. These giant birds soaring high up in the thermals.
Photographs so often trigger memories and I was reminded of a summer day in Miami training with my Search and Rescue team. I was “dogless” as I was still waiting for my bloodhound to be shipped down from Washington state so my assignment was to join a member of the ultralight team that we had partnered with to fly in an ultralight.
We had staged a missing person scenario and I would be spotting from the air and reporting back to our dog teams.
It turned out to be an amazing experience and as I watched the pelicans high above me I had just the slightest sense of their freedom.
This weekend is a special one and I’ll take this as a sign!