I don’t need to be famous, just profound.  What is this urge to write?  Do all 40-something women have a clicking talk needing to come out…running out of time?  What kind of writer do I aspire to?  Somewhere between Anne Lamott and Kathleen Norris with a little Madeline L’Engle thrown in. Well okay, L’Engle is a fantasical but let’s just say she has my utmost admiration. Then there is Henri Nouwen who always moves me, Brother Roger of Taize (recently discovered) and David Bergen, best writer from southern Manitoba. Undoutedly there are others, but these are the ones who weep with weep with me in the 4 a.m. mist, over nothing and everything…a clicking talk needing to birth.