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Why Do I Write This Blog???

The easiest (and probably the most honest) answer to that question is: I don't know. It all started in the summer of 2005, when I went to Crawford, Texas ( a.k.a. the home of the prez's ranch, a.k.a. the home of Camp Casey) to support Cindy Sheehan. I wanted the world to know that, contrary to what one could read in the mainstream media, the peace movement was alive and well and large numbers of Americans did not support the war in Iraq. I wanted people to know that thousands of Americans were willing to travel to Texas and tolerate the heat, humidity, and bugs in order to support a grieving mother whose new purpose was to shine a light on the lies that led to the war and to bring home our troops so that no other mother would have to know the pain that she felt.

Over time, this blog has become more of an exploration of who I am, my spirituality, and how life works. I love life's complexities, exploring the shades of gray. I want to, as Rainier Maria Rilke said,

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Maybe my blog is just one big question about what is needed in order for people to take the time to love and cherish each other and our earth. Maybe someday, I will "live along some distant day into the answer."

In the meantime, thank you for joining me on my journey. I welcome you to share yours with me

 

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

True Story














During my vision quest this past October, I had the experience expressed in the poem below. I don't consider myself a Christian, but I know that I hold the belief system of generations of ancestral Christians in my cells. In its wisdom, the owl gave me a blessing in a way that I could recognize.


Illumination

Cold air stings my nose
I pull my sleeping bag up around my head
lying under the stars alone, eyes riveted on
the moon setting, venus by its side,
owl swoops over me so close I can almost feel
the air stir
she lands
in a dead and gnarly tree, watching, silent
three times she lands in that tree,
her flight pattern a cross over my body,
before soaring to the moon


Photo by Larry G. Blackwood, Hawkline Photography

posted by Carol at 12:31 PM


2 Comments:

Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

"Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children." ~ Ancient Native American Proverb

11:42 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

We've forgotten...

4:04 PM  

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