Thank you all. I am comforted to hear your voices, To see your bewildered faces Making sense, finding meaning.
Thank you for holding the whole circle, that includes the "other" Thank your remembering their history, their stories, their the meaning. It is ours. As towers tumble, so does illusion that we are any more safe, any more precious, any more sacred Than those who no longer have safe water in Iraq or who watch their beloved ones whither with AIDs We look into the face of pain and hold one another. Cesca * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected], Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
