Serious blues all day. The demonstrations remind me so much of China’s cultural revolution which went on almost ten years carrying massive destruction in its wake.
The day cooled off enough to walk Bear (as she informed me) so we headed out to the high school. I heard the kids yell at me, but I couldn’t see from where. Bear got to collect all of her messages and we did the obedience training she loves to practice and seldom performs otherwise.
As we walked, everyone waved from their cars like I am Miss America. It brought tears to my eyes. People wave anyway, but not with that much enthusiasm in normal times. “Oh! It’s the white haired lady with the white dog! She’s out! She’s fine! She’s walking where she’s supposed to in June! Yay! Yay!” Seriously.
On our return, I saw two hawks playing with two ravens on the wind. There was no aggression at all. It really seemed like they were having fun, but I don’t know. A peregrine falcon is hanging out in one of the tall aspen trees on my block. I hear him often, but I haven’t seen him yet.
The kids were waiting outside and I thought, seeing them, that yeah, Black lives matter, but so does mine and so do theirs and so does the life of my small town, and I can’t help anyone anywhere. “Brighten the corner where you live,” went through my mind. Hawks, people waving, ravens, kids, Bear, clouds and a breeze at 5 o’clock? I’m just lucky. And I’m grateful. And I’m sorry everything is such a mess, but I don’t think I’m making it worse.
We stopped to talk with the kids until the mosquitoes got annoying.
The little boy wants to get up at midnight and “make shapes with the stars.” He likes Orion’s Belt. I said, “I think Orion is up now. It’s easier to see that constellation in winter, but you can see The Big Dipper tonight.”
“What does it look like?”
I couldn’t draw a picture. I showed him where to look relative to a tree on the golf course (north of his house) and explained it looks like a pan. Four stars make the pan and three make the handle. I poked the air to show him where.
“If you find it, you have found the North Star, and if you have found the North Star and you’re lost at sea, you can find your way home again.” Suddenly that struck me as a metaphor.
“Wow. I never knew that much about it before,” he said in wonderment.
How people become — and remain — teachers.
As we left, I said, “It was really nice to see you guys.”
“It was nice to see you, too.”
So Bear and I are home, healed once again by Heaven.