A HAWK cries: "Calm a La for PRESIDENT!" and I listen...
A red-shouldered hawk began squawking in my meadow back on July 7th. I had no clue why. But today I am certain she was crying out -- not unlike Oprah last night -- screeching CALM a LA for PRESIDENT!
Ok, so when we talk about hawks (as opposed to doves) we’re generally talking about a person who leans toward militaristic solutions to solve problems.
Ah, but the hawk I’m talking about is
this variety, a REAL hawk, in this case, a red-shouldered hawk, who took up crying in my meadow back on July 7th. It was puzzling to say the least, and I’ve journaled and questioned people who know lots more than me about why the hawk might be crying and crying and crying.
It has taken me until today — 46 days later, and only after listening to Oprah’s and Tim Walz’ boundlessly optimistic and energetic DNC speeches last night — to realize that MY hawk was just a few weeks early flying onto the bandwagon that is now sweeping the nation to celebrate CALM a LA for PRESIDENT!
Read the curious story of the croaking/crying/screeching young bird who, just like so many people we’re hearing from at the DNC this week, demanded to be heard!
Read it in MyStoryLives.blogspot.com, the literary blog I started way back in 2006! Read about how I finally donned this exquisite red-shouldered shawl that my sister-in-law Jo Kirsch — yoga teacher extraordinaire and a visitor to India with her husband Bob Speck — gave me for my 70th birthday. The story comes together now, finally, just as our bright, articulate, optimistic and joy-filled NEW LEADERS, Vice President Calm a La Harris
and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz,
who as my husband says, “is straight from central casting,” rolling Grandpa and Santa Claus into one jolly — but as serious as hell — statesman, who in no uncertain terms reminded us last night exactly what matters:
FREEDOM and the need to CARE FOR OUR NEIGHBORS, no matter what our differences.
The sudden arrival of this AWESOME PAIR on the political stage four weeks ago, and on the DNC stage tonight, is like manna from heaven. Finally, we are feeding — like that desperately hungry red-shouldered hawk in my meadow — on the food we so desperately need:
HOPE and and JOY and LOVE!
