My intention was, and still is, to create a space for me to sort out my creativity. I have been a writer, and I will use that term sparingly, for years. But as of late, I have been trailing behind my creative wagon instead of running ahead; pulling it with gusto. I have let life get in the way.
My thoughts today go to Paul Wellstone. He would have been 68 years old last Friday. I never had the pleasure of meeting him, but I did get to meet Sheila at a fund-raiser about two weeks before the plane crash. She was there in place of Paul who was waiting on the vote for the Iraq war. One of only 11 senators to have the moral courage to vote against it. He phoned us from his office and spoke to us on speaker phone. Vibrant and caring, Hopeful and resolute. I was humbled.
This is what I miss. This is what we need today. This is what we are lacking in Washington. I miss his leadership, and I believe with my entire being that things would be a little better if Paul were still here.