This is the way I'll try to write: Every morning publish to the blog. Send it to those I care about, this material that has to do with relationships.
Write to reflect on poetry, service, family, art and how I cried last night with my daughter Christy at the refrigerator to the refrain of The Blooming Heather on the Celtic Hour radio program.
Write about what I told Maizie, my four-year old granddaughter, when she asked, Why are you crying Mommy! I want you to STOP crying NOW!
Write that I told her: We're lucky to be human, to be moved to cry by music when it reminds us of people and places we miss and love.
Think how he must feel, my daughter goes on about her husband, Michael, who left last Monday for Iraq--alone, with a reaction to the smallpox vaccine.
All night, sound of rain and the dream of swallowing what cannot be swallowed, metaphor, perhaps, for the film, Through the Eyes of a Friend, (http://www.livingvoices.org/) my students will attend today as part of Diversity Week at Cascadia Community College. They'll write reflections in response to the film and dialogue and we'll return to class to share and read aloud and I'll participate as well, to honor Anne Frank (1929-45) and psychiatrist Viktor Frankl (Man's Search for Meaning).