Listening to Andrea Boccelli singing Silent Night. The boys are out getting burgers on their last night of the holiday together and pete and I had leftover Thai food. It is calm and bright. Pete and the boys installed an overhead light in our front hall. So, it is a little brighter in our living room/front hall. We went for a walk today at Pt. Reyes. When we arrived at our favorite trailhead we saw a lot of search and rescue people. Sheriff's office, Coast Guard, Park Rangers, ambulances. Evidently a 47 year old woman had left her truck in the McClure Beach parking lot and had disappeared on Thursday evening. The search began yesterday, Saturday. There were groups of four search and rescue individuals sprinkled on the hillsides. They had set up an antennae on the top of several hills to afford communication between them and headquarters. When we'd left, the team was still assembling parties to go out and doing a lot of waiting/standing vigil. I told Pete it reminded me of the parable of the shepherd who lost one sheep. The shepherd leaves 99 of his sheep to go looking for that one lost sheep. The searchers were grim-faced but determined to do their jobs. We encountered several of the teams as we hiked and they asked if we had seen anything unusual. Sadly, no, all we saw was beautiful Pt. Reyes, the ocean, the hills, birds, the dirt under our feet, and eachother, and other hikers. I wondered as we encountered the other hikers how they were taking in the news that there was a woman missing somewhere on that part of God's earth. I sensed that we were all uttering our own prayers in our quiet hearts. God bless Katharine Truitt ... where ever she is.
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