Thursday, March 20, 2003

Hard light of early evening outside. I'll next be blogging here on Monday – the pleasure of a long weekend ahead. Tonight the session supper party with people jammed around trestle tables, platters of lamb and salads, bottles of wine, much laughter. Forgetting what is happening on the other side of the world.
Sick at heart to think of Baghdad under attack. My friend Shauna calls to say she approves of the war. I remind myself that war for Shauna is something long-distance you watch on television. She hasn’t lost family and friends as I have, there’s an experiential context and a personal anguish she has been spared.

And I keep thinking about the ambulance sirens going constantly in a stricken Baghdad, the women and children cowering in underground bunkers, the blackened and bleeding city. Those who walk in the valley of the shadow of death.