Writing Everywhere

I write everywhere.  It is impossible for me to read a book without having a conversation with the author and myself in the margins. Pencil is always at hand!  This page is from Alice Walker, over-coming speechlessness, page 17, Sangha.

Today I learned that Alice
also cried for the world
in a ritual,
a ceremony of healing
to show
that we are connected
to those we love,
the beautiful flowers,
grass,
stones,
"because whatever has happened to humanity, whatever is currently happening to humanity, it is happening to all of us."