I’ve been wanting to post something for the last couple of days about the earthquake in Italy.  I just didn’t know what to say. Then this morning I received this poem from my friend, Amy Mancini, and it blew me away.

Good Friday

Lights shimmer off wet helmets, dripping.
The streets are quiet, save the splash of rain that repeatedly assaults the ground.
The water baptizes the fallen homes, the fallen families.
Our sorrow pours through the rain.

That’s all I want to say about the earthquake. Thanks Amy.

I’ve been thinking about how writing can be such a tough taskmaster and inspiration so elusive.

I heard an interview with Jane Fonda yesterday. She was talking about blogging–which is something she has taken up at age 71 and about spirituality and her life. Fascinating. She mentioned a quote from Gloria Steinem about how we are chalices into which the universe pours–or something like that. That’s how it feels.

The interviewer, Elizabeth Lesser, raised the question of whether blogging, twitter, Facebook, and the like are ego absorbed activities. Do they distract you from living in the moment? I would add Instant Messaging to that list…and I would say no— or not most of the time– or not for me anyway. Or at least it doesn’t feel that way. Mostly I think it’s a way to reach out and connect to other people; to share what is inspiring to me and to be inspired.

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