The wind blew over a brief section of our fence last night, a section we share with neighbors we wave to but that’s about it. This could be a sign from God to tear down the walls that divide us as next-doorians and open ourselves up to deeper hospitality. Then again it may simply be what happens when 75mph winds roar down the foothills and make contact with cheap wood fencing. Either way the section is down. It will have to be repaired. This will involve negotiating with our neighbors and splitting the costs which could be a metaphor for how we all need each other to get things accomplished. Or it could just be what you have to do to get your fence fixed in the world God chose to fill with Februarys and winds and wooden fences and neighbors its best to wave to even if that’s about it and maybe always will be. There is what we see. Then there is the wind.