A zoom convocation last night. One spoke for terror. One brought in empathy — especially concerning the coming famines. Gratitude. Gratitude always comes in. Another addressed hope. I mentioned unspeakable beauty, the fleeting exchanges between light and shadows as one example.

This morning I went to the basement in search of sleeves for my robe and found so many significant sections of patchwork that I fled back upstairs, my head exploding. Maybe it will remain a vest, after all.