1. I have to sit out of view of my students when I play the video "Love's Confusing Joy" in class because I need a private place to let the tears roll when the reading of Coleman Barks, the music of The Paul Winter Consort, and the poetry of Rumi combine to deeply move me.
2. I rolled off the Enterprise lot in a KIA Sendora. I don't have any idea what that means. All it's got to do it get me to P-TownEast to the Wild Horse Casino and back again.
3. I left campus later than usual today thanks to conversations with William, Jilly, Christina, Jay, Kate, Russell, Linda, Siskana, Lynn, Anne, Linda, and possibly others. If having so many conversations means I'm a little tardy getting home, I'll take it. What a fun way to get delayed.
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I saw you wiping tears from behind your glasses[ your face turned away from the class. You did a much better job concealing your tears than I did mine. I've lost count of the number of times I've cried in your class. The things we read are so moving, and my tears have always ruled over me. Whenever they choose to, they spring forth with no control valve. I am particularly moved to see a man cry from being moved by something beautiful, because it takes a certain courage and deep caring for a man to drop his facade in today's society - to allow his tears to flow. This is one of the many things I love about the Odyssey. Odysseus, the great hero wept often. Since our culture has squelched the tears of it's men, we have felt the collective closing of the doors of their hearts. And we don't even know the cost.
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