Appalling “idea” of the week: Rick Sanitarium saying that instead of wasting money on gun legislation, the money should be used to teach students CPR. What the hell does one say in response to that????
We don’t say, we do. On Saturday more than 500 of us marched behind brave and brilliant high school students in our twin towns whose population is just about 2,000 (many of us in warmer places this time of year).
Our posts (I say our posts because they are ours — I sit down each week and feel you one and all out there — I write TO you.) will be a feature story this weekend in Germany’s leading international newspaper, Süeddeutsche Zeitung. A couple of weeks ago, the New York correspondent for the paper, Christian Zaschke, spent four days with Julie and me, and with our friends, in order to write the story of these posts. It was a joy being with him as he experienced for the first time — the Midwest.
Before moving to New York, Christian was centered in Ireland during “The Troubles” and then for six years in London where he covered Brexit and wrote a best-selling book about it all. In addition to other best-selling non-fiction books, he has published collections of his columns and weekly stories. And he would be embarrassed by my saying this: people buy the weekend edition in order to read his articles.
When asked what Germans think of 45, he said, “90% can’t stomach him, and 90% think the U.S. has gone mad.” However, he did discover that while many of us feel we are, in fact, being driven mad, we are ably sustaining ourselves, working tirelessly for what’s right and what needs to be made right, and who should be in office come November. We are, and we are trying to find daily balance while we do.
Let’s do some deep breathing. And feel Spring trying to get here.
Aubade for this Particular Morning
The night was filled with rain,
lightning announcing our luck,
thunder rumbling its afterthought.
The dogs woke and quietly
came to the side of the bed.
The cat curled down between us.
Now in the damp of morning,
the leaves hold the early light
within each drop, the sun
rising into the sky’s still
depth of cloud, across
the gray scrim of the day.
It is quiet, not silent–quiet
as the sparrows, finches,
and warblers singing through
the dripping branches,
their notes a not quite startling
welcome as we open the windows,
brew the coffee, let our breath
return to its steady wander.
My mother began her mornings
saying, “Time for this day.”
Today the lingering
of an old rain. The chill
of 6AM. The musty smell
of books, blankets, and pillows
on the day bed on the porch.
Kristin Brace, an exceptional former student, has her first collection, Fence, Patio, Blessed Virgin coming out from Finishing Line Press. The collection centers around Kristin’s Gramma Rose. I read the work in manuscript. It will nourish your heart and soul. I promise. Finishing Line creates beautiful books. To learn more about Kristin and to order her book, go to kristinbrace.com.