“whoever touches me hears my voice”

September 8, 2020. Sunset 7:45 PM Gates Mills, OH.

Final stop before the last leg to New York. Visiting with my friend Lucy who lives near fields and woods filled with the voices of crickets and grasshoppers and has turkeys wandering around in her flower garden. Her grandmother’s middle name was bell and (coincidentally?) she ended up collecting many, many bells. We rang two of them this evening — one was a replica of a St. Mark’s monastery bell inscribed in Latin - “whoever touches me hears my voice”.
Lucy’s mother used it to call Lucy and her siblings into dinner when they were children.