My dad speaks to me in funny ways… sometimes in still moments, or through animals, and in ways I don’t expect. So this morning a mallard is sitting on the dock, brilliant markings against blue sky and calm water. He is still - even as I approach. In a quiet moment I hear something like, “Bring a coffee and pull up a chair,” as if he said it. And so, of course I do. “See how calm the water is… how the lake is like glass today?” The duck says in my imagination. …. “Can you
