I PRAY FOR YOU. . .That does not mean that from time to time I pronounce certain words while thinking of you. It means that I feel responsible for you in my flesh and in my soul, that I will carry you with me as a mother carries her child; that I wish to SHARE, I wish to draw entirely upon myself all the harm and all the suffering that menaces you and I offer to God all my darkness so that He may return in to you in LIGHT. . .
Stick with it. It is worth it. Though you might have to at least my age to get the last minute.
[via dsm]
Heart Breaking Yesterday I gained a lot of attention as I was standing in a Home Depot parking lots with two crow bars and a rubber mallet. I was trying to bang the back end of my recently rear ended car into enough shape so I could get my suitcase out of the back. The back end was so crumpled I couldn’t get anything out.
I had a number of interesting conversations over the hour I banged and pried. At one point I was relaying the story of what happened to two men who had parked next to me. I was sharing that while I had gone back to a friend’s house (a block from the accident) to retrieve a writing utensil, the man who rear-ended me drove away. The first question the two men asked was, “Was he colored?”
Tried to keep a straight face as my heart ached.
Heart Warming The two quietest times at an airport are Saturday night and Sunday morning. Sunday morning flights are often more than half empty. I approached security at 5 am this morning to find more than a hundred people in line. Every gate was full. My flight was packed.
The reason? Hundreds and hundreds of soldiers on their way home. Baltimore is one the two first two stops the Army uses on the way home from the Middle East. Most of them got state side last night and were treated to lobster and stake. Today they are on their way home (weather permitting) to see loved ones.
Lots of holiday tears are going to be shed.
There must be better ways in dealing with airport security.
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I promised to post then got sick. Very sick. Sick like I have not known in a decade.
But I am back. Almost healthy. A two hour nap today helped the cause.
Was listening to an interview on a flight yesterday with the director of the new documentary (airing this month on PBS) called “Awake, My Soul: The Story of the Sacred Harp”. Besides thinking I need to see the doc I was struck with his answer to way they (him and his wife) made the film. He said something to the effect of, “Something isn’t truly enjoyed until it is shared.”
In that vain, to things you need to check out.
Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings – I was blessed to see them in concert this weekend in Vancouver. The best way to describe Sharon is a female James Brown. In the way she sings, dances, and the way the energy never stops. She is still playing smallish clubs. See her if you can. If not pick up “100 Day, 100 Nights” her latest album.
Born Standing Up – Steve Martin has released an autobiography. In the forward he calls it a biography because he feels like he is writing about someone he was not who he is. It is not about his whole life but is 18 year stand up career. He is such a good writer. He talks honestly about process, writing, comedy, failure, loneliness, and fame. I have always loved his work, but now I love him even more. {Note: If you have not read his novella “The Pleasure of My Company” you are missing out. I read most of it in the Madrid train station. I was laughing so loud that after 30 minutes no one was sitting next to me. They all just moved away.]
“The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated”
Mark Twain
Last night I was scolded by a friend for not blogging is so long. It is not that I have been writing or creating. I have just been creating other stuff. Lots of exciting details to come in the next few days about all the new projects (CDs, books, web-site, other places I am writing).