It was two days after Donald Trump was elected to be President of the United States. We were stunned here, all of us, at the unexpected vote. I had been in the north of Britain the morning the Brexit vote came in, and it looked a lot like that here in Chicago. Just a sense of massive disorientation. This same week, I was also the intended victim of a crime that didn’t happen.
And so I was nervy, jangled, tied in my human knots. I looked up into my back yard, and it happened, that thing that often happens when we open our eyes to the actual world around us. . . . Not only was it beautiful, but there in camouflage were two still ones, teaching me about staying awake while taking cover and having a lovely rest. An offering of peace, accepted.