Watching the news is always a paralysis. the wars breaking out all over the world, fundamentalism of every kind, religious and corporate. i want to crawl into the consumer sleep and be safe there like everyone else, inside the drama box, the tv. the only thing that draws me out is steady breathing, knowing tony's coming for the weekend...we'll talk and read and rest here, in love and leaves of grass, "it is not chaos or death, it is form and union and plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness." I miss the city in the middle but know the now. -howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie X=h/m