From the window seat where I’m having a rugelah with my morning coffee, I’m watching a Blue Heron at the edge of the water. Its stilted wading through the water while searching for breakfast appears to be a delicate dance.

Although I can’t see it, I know there is another Heron close by, companion to the first one. I have been watching them for days. When they lose sight of each other, one will call out, the other will respond. They can’t see each other but each knows the other is there and they continue doing what they need to do.

I’m grateful for that reminder this morning… that just because I cannot see someone, does not mean they are not with me.