A window chorus.
The sky is blue, the day calm.
But it is a blue Monday in Joplin, Missouri, visited yesterday evening by a tornado.
So, once again, I hear Emily Dickinson's line, "Let us keep fast hold of hands, that when the birds begin, none of us be missing."
I know people in Joplin are seeking the missing right now.
All the recent disasters ripple again, the earlier tornadoes in the South, the earthquakes, the tsunami.
And all the recent Rapture silliness slinks away, and should, shamefaced. This is real and always will be.
Sympathy goes out, as will donations. Quiet gratitude stays, for my own moment of blue sky. And joy in it. I was so moved, many years ago, reading about a woman who had survived an awful terror. She was committed to joy, so the terror would not win.
Ever since, I've felt a responsibility not just to people and work, but to joy. For her.
[Mary Cassat, Lilacs in a Window, public domain, Wikimedia]