It is a warm night with a bright, shiny moon. I first typed "bright, shiny mood," which is also appropriate for me tonight. I am feeling delight.
Ellen reminds me of this poem by Naomi Shahib Nye, Kindness. It seems Garrison Keillor chose it to read today. It is one that might change the world.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,…
- Naomi Shahib Nye