Since her birthday would have been on Monday, I listened to Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Fliers of Gy" tonight while unwinding from work and doing crafts.

As always when I sit down with her work, I mourn for her again. But I'm also, every time, thankful for the gifts she has left us. Her writing always moves me and always, always makes me think.

So here's to Ursula.

(The recording I listened to can be found here: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/stit... I highly recommend sticking around for the conversation afterwards, too. For eye-readers: The Unreal and the Real: Selected Stories, Volume Two: Outer Space, Inner Lands)).)