We are traveling in beautiful Montana (special election May 25th) for a couple weeks of work and I’ve been wondering how I would manage to write this on the road – away from home, routine, resources, comfort. But the news has somehow accompanied us and frankly we’ve been more addicted to it than we are at home. The other day we were driving from Whitefish to Kalispell listening to talk radio and the host as well as his callers were saying about Democrats the very same things that I’ve heard Democrats say about Republicans. It made us pause. And, brought to mind this beautiful poem.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.