Hi, you guys. It’s my birthday. What a weird way to walk into a new year, huh?

We’re all in our own taped-off bubbles and yet, somehow, more connected — and more aware of and grateful for connection — than ever. Don’t you find it kind of amazing how quickly we missed what we had, how quickly we shuffled our priorities and returned to simple basic things like (no, not sourdough, but that, too) old, practiced, trustworthy friendships. Via Zoom, but still.

I’m super lucky and I have a bunch of those old, practiced, trustworthy friendships. And because of them, texts and emails and flags and scones and art and tinctures and cake arrived for me all day today — sometimes dashed to my door by a mask-wearing pal. You can’t imagine how lucky I feel. In the midst of everything, which is kind of a miracle that I hope to ride, at least for a little bit.

I’d like to share that feeling with you all. If only it were pie or wind, I could. Instead it’s just a wish that you feel both appreciated and appreciative tonight. And safe. And well. Goodnight.

Haiku 4
April 4

Friendship flags waving
bright orange as butterfly wings
Birthday migration