Last evening I was sitting on the back porch it had begun to rain a little. The hawks were really screaming, there were two of them. Not sure if they had a quarrel with each other or warning off interlopers. Never the less I could hear them and see them occasionally swooping over the Medicine Wheel. Then one gave one last loud screech and fly off. All was quiet again. Not sure anything was really settled. Us humans can be that way much screeching but in the end not much settled. We "hear more" in the silence.

So perhaps go to the silence for answers. And as I told a friend the other day, maybe move at the "speed of understanding". Sometimes we caught up in the "so much to do" mode.

Oh, a remembrance today is my son's 47th. birthday. Boy he is getting old! What a time that was. Jim's Dad was recovering from a heart attack. Jim had a broken right leg with a cast up to his crotch. And me out to there pregnant. A friend had rigged our car which was a standard shift with a device so that Jim could operate the gas with a hand lever. When we showed up at the EC, they didn't know who to put into the wheelchair. Me huge or Jim on crutches. Those were the days. We didn't know how happy we were.