Last night we enjoyed a wonderful gathering with friends old and new at Filoli Gardens for their evening event.  Tonight I read from Brian Doyle, How the Light Gets In and Other Epiphanies.  He ends the essay “Poem for My Friend Shoshana:, with this:

Friends are the clans we belong to by 

accident 

Of place and space and grace. What a gift, such a 

seeming 

Chance: could such a pleasure really be just 

happenstance?