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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

 

Friday, April 14, 2006

Camp Casey Day Two



I finally downloaded my photos. Here is a good one of the gang before we left. Karen has some awesome photos of me with wonderful people - Cindy Sheehan, Joseph Lowery, but I will have to wait to post themuntil I can get them from her.

Today, Judy and I did the Stations of the
Cross. I was not familiar with this ritual, but it was a very moving experience for me. If I ever get to it, I will write more about it, but for now, I will just tell you that we walked through Crawford - got yelled at by people with opposing viewpoints (not too bad, but boy do they seem like some angry, hateful people), then walked from Camp Casey I to Camp Casey II. Along the way, we stopped 14 times to read different readings about Jesus' death and resurrection. It really was more beautiful than I can express at this hour (midnight). I will post some more photos of that, then I must quit writing.

There is no way that I can put this experience into words that will do it justice. We have heard many stories of people's lives, cried together, laughed together, and worked together. I have not ever witnessed a group of people who genuinely and obviously cared about those around them like I have seen here. Oh... I will be blogging about this for a long time!

Oh yeah, I said that I needed to quit writing. Last thing: the world could be like this - like the way that we are living here, now, with these people in Crawford. People can be caring and can live a life of putting others first. I just know it.

posted by Carol at 10:36 PM

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