Radical Love

and Thelma Z.

"When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall.” Gandhi

The last few days I’ve

been trying hard to think

of all that I love.

Mostly people and

words and so many small details.

This headline in the Atlantic:

I Was Kidnapped by Idiots.

College teacher named Thelma Z.

She taught Wittgenstein

and had been married five times.

She told us that on our first day.

After class I asked if she

would meet me for coffee

and describe her five husbands.

She actually did.

People in the state of Minnesota.

Maybe we should all move there

instead of Portugal Panama or Mexico.

Ahava describing anything,

especially love lives of

her fellow fifth graders.

Listening to Richard Pryor

before I go to sleep.

Looking out the window

and seeing snow.

Tell us about you.

Love to all, Esther