01/25/09

I was looking out my
upstairs bedroom window.
the
one
facing
south.
I noticed the snow
had been drifted
into what,
with
little
imagination,
could be a beach
somewhere
on
the
Pacific.
the
January
sun
starting
to
gain
intensity
for
spring.
I was thinking
what people
must
go through
to make
them who they are;
And then I realized-
that's not for
me
to figure out-
that's for them.
And
there
it
is.

How One is this World II

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."


Martin Luther King, Jr.

How One is this World

I
stared
at
Lake
Superior.
It's
vastness
overwhelming.
I
had
spent
the
weekend
skiing
Mount
Lutson.
"The
highest
place
in
the
upper
Midwest."
In
the
background
of
food
and
drinks
and
laughter,
lots
of
laughter.
We
kept
hearing
Barack
Obama
and
all
of
us
felt
this
sense
of,
well,
you
know,
we've
heard
it
and
now
we
truly
do
feel
it,
change.
What
an
exciting
time
it
is
to
be
alive.
Knowing
that
as
small
as
Lake
Superior
made
me
feel
that,
now,
my
voice
that
had
felt
muted
these
past
eight
years,
my
ideals
questioned,
my
oneness
seen
as
other
are
all
now
lifting.

untitled

little
Frances
Kay
came into this world
this
week
and
the
two
days
that
followed
brought
with
them
a
full
moon
so
bright
it
lit
my
way
as
i
skipped
into
this
new
year
light
of
heart
full
of
mind
and
joyous.

i want to be called Tammy

i
was
driving
down
nicollet
today
i
drove
by
a
doctor's
office
park
and
noticed
that
one
of
the
doctor's
names
was
Richard
Ballin.
Dick
Ballin
D.D.S
that
made
me
giggle
i
suppose
it
all
started
in
childhood
when,
much
to
my
chagrin,
one
of
our
neighbors
was
Harry
Balls.
One of my all time
favorite
stories
is
my
co-worker,
Steve,
taking
attendance
the
first day of school and
coming
upon
a
name
he
thought
there
was
no
way
he
could
say
and
finally
bringing
himself
to
say,
"Is
Huong
Dong
here?
Huong
Dong?"
and
a
little
hand
shot
up
in
the
back
of
the
room
and
a
small
voice
said,
"I
want
to
be
called
Tammy."