I leave for Morocco this afternoon. It’s still an out of body experience to write, and then read, that sentence.
Yesterday, something unusual happened. As I was driving down Moreland Avenue on my way home from exercise class, a hawk flew along side my car for about a block before it landed in a tree. It was so close! I love seeing hawks in the sky and have always thought of them as a good omen, a sign from Charlie. Then, as I approached Ormewood Avenue, another hawk swooped across my car, it might have even brushed against the windshield and then flew off unharmed. I don’t know what it means to see two hawks within minutes of each other but I like to think that it was an auspicious sign, a blessing of sorts. Come to think of it, we also saw a hawk through a window in exercise class and we all gathered for a moment to admire it. That’s three hawks within an hour. It feels right somehow, a great way to start this journey.