We have choices about what kind of people we will be.
Their hunger can never be filled as long as they lie to themselves as well as others.
A communion of the truth of ourselves with the reality of others.
We can’t give the GOP the forgetting they wish for.
When we expect Hannibal Lecter but instead find Mr. Rogers.
We live in a universe, not a room.
Turning the best of what might be into the reality of what is.
The loneliness of words and the intelligence of dreams.
Even our shadow can surprise us.
What is the weight of thunder? The shadow of a car horn? The taste of the words we speak?
We still face a domestic terrorist movement built on hate, lies and a grievance mentality that have walled off about one-third or more of this nation from the truth.
Give to yourself so you can give to others.
The promises we make and the songs we sing to ourselves.
So we don’t get caught in a place we don’t want to be.
The cold of winter, heat of summer, and our neighbors are not abstractions.
If we know how we dig holes in the world, maybe we won’t fall in so often.