2. The tv in the English Department hallway at Temple. Lyn Tribble saying, "This is bad." Knowing DC and New York had been hit. Thinking at first Philadelphia would be next. After teaching, a skittish drive through Philly with my friend and former student Walter, on our way out of town to be with other friends. Feeling waves of grief and shock up and down the eastern seaboard.
3. I guess I moved to Minneapolis after that? In part because of that? To be near family? I was in Minneapolis when the U.S. declared war on Iraq. The war is ongoing. The grief of the Bush years. The numbness. Eric saying something like, "That is how they want you to respond. Don't succumb to the numbness."
4. A Facebook friend posts, "Lord, make me an instrument of your peace." Yes, do that.
5. Another thing: I am remembering the atmosphere in Nova Scotia, where I got to go for a week two years ago. Where I was, the air had a lightness, but the atmosphere was also heavy enough to hold you. That is what I remember or what I was feeling at the time, lightness and weight, the air and a holding. May I be grateful.
6. This morning's email from my mom: "If u were little I would buy u these PJs and talk u into wearing the hat w them." For the fact that someone sees me this way, may I be truly grateful.
7. And: grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
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