My good news is I’m still employed
My good news is I have loads of work that isn’t for pay
My good news is I get to meet ordinary, fascinating people like the ones at 2167
My good news is I’m physically able to bike from here to home in 10 minutes
My good news is people share freely here, a manifestation of Whitman’s radical adhesiveness
My good news is the miracle that Lindsay Sihilling–for all her hidden agony and grief–is not bitter, nay, she’s exuberant, sassy, playful and radiant of joy
My good news is I am meeting new people that I want to get to know
My good news is that even though some people have had enough of me, I can usually say: “Just like me, they want to be happy, they don’t want to suffer”
My good news is I know a couple of very talented chefs
My good news is I’m blessed with a Moroccan-American guru
My good news is people phone me, lift my spirits, I phone friends, lift theirs
My good news is although I have no career I have a beautiful community of beloveds, here and yon
My good news is Magan Wiles is in town
My good news is Joanie can walk and even ride her bike (unlike six years ago)
My good news is this little verse = if it’s today, OK; if it’s tonight, ‘salright; if it’s tomorrow, no sorrow; if it’s next week, don’t freak
My good news is five alive students in a class of 23 is an amazing phenomenon (and maybe 7 of the others are coming alive)
My good news is that I can write a litany of good news
My good news is I’m sitting across from the American poet, Carol Wright
My good news is I have people to whom I can give good attention and they appreciate it
My good news is I hear grand things in these classes, an ode to frijoles, por ejemplo
My good news is I know so many people who inspire me
My good news is that I have friends to help me keep walking even in the face of bad news which can be found in any direction you look some days
My good news is I found pens, notebooks, and minutes and made them my bosom buddies decades ago
–Writing Meditation Class
10.16. 2013
2167 Spring Avenue
