Convergence tends to catch my eye.
In Boston’s naval shipyard, hundreds of years in seafaring technology are welded by sunset into a single silhouette.
Bright leaves and buds mark the common ground where seasons intersect. Land, sea and sky unite at the horizon. The sun’s rainbow streams find their common point in blazing white light. Fish and fowl come together in sweeping, undulating configurations. Generations of family converge around a Thanksgiving table.
And every day’s convergence: the person I was, before being eroded by grief, and the person I’ve become.
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In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home.
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Hugs to you. I love the person you have become. Happy Thanksgiving. Give those kids a kiss from Auntie.
Thank you for the beautiful post of every day’s convergence, Stephanie.