While women were moving all of my ex's stuff out of my house (no, we never lived together, don't ask), I went for a very long hike to Annette Lake in the Cascades. Poor trail, overused by too many hikers, deep ruts and exposed roots. But beautiful. Many dogs.
Judith and I got caught up. We've known each other for 30 years. Sheesh.
Felix alternated between barking at ***anything*** and running back and forth to greet random hikers and their hiker dogs. Much mud on the trail so he came back bi-colored-white on top, black underneath.
Then read the horrible news in the NYT which I'd somehow managed to avoid during the week. I fear for us all. How to care for my tiny bit of the planet. How to hold the sadness and the despair.
Worked a 12 hour clinic day and now two women are in labor. I'm trashed from yesterday so I'm going to sleep and wait for a call.
Between the guns and the violence and the hatred and the presidential "campaign", I have nothing coherent to say. I bring in the babies. I try to be kind to their parents. I witness so much love and adoration in my job, I am humbled.
Life, somehow, goes on.
Love you, Beth Coyote. May the babies come sweetly.
You know that giving humans peaceful starts is one of the greatest contributions you could make.
You bring in babies. They are our hope.
Yes, it goes on for better or worse. It's good and comforting to know that women like you are out there doing what you're doing.
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