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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

 

Thursday, May 25, 2006

The Children































I look in his chubby little face and I want to kiss it
The innocence and softness are still there and my heart breaks
Because a piece of metal is all that is left of his daddy
And it didn't have to be this way
Can't count the lies that made it happen

I look in his pained little face and I want to hold him
The innocence and softness are already dying and my heart breaks
Because a grave is all that is left of his daddy
And it didn't have to be this way
What kind of madness made this happen?

And I look in my own face and I want to know
Where the innocence and softness have gone and my heart breaks
Because war should not take away the daddies or mothers or husbands or brothers or sisters or wives
And it didn't have to be this way
We all stood by and let it happen

Now how will we heal the children?



(Photos above: top, son of an American soldier who died in Iraq; bottom, son of an Iraqi man killed recently. I apologize for not giving credit to the photographers. Photos are from Truthout.org. I will document credit if anyone can supply names)

posted by Carol at 9:05 AM

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