I woke up at 2am from a bad dream, txted till 3 with A who stays up half the night, wrote a poem. The poem Ming says is hard to understand. I wrote in on my phone. Ming doesn’t like the abbreviations.
Today is a Creech vigil. We might go to the farmer’s market in Henderson. At night is political prisoner letter writing.
Tomorrow Ming has a tracking class.
Sunday we go on retreat. I will sing.
The radio in the van doesn’t work and we’re trying to think of a workaround. Maybe we’ll bring the boombox.
“Ming’s not excited about going to the Creech vigil today. I don’t think anybody is,” Ming says.
“Projection?” I ask.
Did I already tell you I’m ready for a new sign? I think THE ONLY SOLUTION IS LOVE is too hard to read, and I’m ready for a new message. Was thinking LOVE YOUR ENEMIES which I think Jesus said. My implication being that killing someone isn’t loving.
