Friends Sitting with Silence Shining

I begin my days with a loose routine of morning readings, nothing cast in concrete, but generally start with the poet Rumi. This epitomizes the week.

“But for us this day is Friends sitting together with silence shining in our faces.”

If friendship were a basket, this week the basket is large and we filled it to the brim.

Leo announced his birthday. He’s an old soul in a 35-year-young body. I quickly put a peach/mango crisp in the oven. Leo noted that Ana and Michelle had invited us out to their casa twice and for various reasons, we had declined.

We plotted, pulled the treat from my oven, and...