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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

 

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Forgetting

I laughed when I found out about the "I Should Have Pulled Out" t-shirt that I posted this morning. My mind had a little fun thinking about what could've been, if only... But it didn't take long to remember that not much would be different if W hadn't been born. He is only doing his job, and if he didn't do it, someone else would.

Later, as I drove into the mountains to check out some eagle nests - looking for babies which eluded me - I felt very grouchy. This nagging voice in my head kept telling me that the saying on the t-shirt is not who I am. The idea of the shirt is pretty creative, but it is not kind. It is not the answer that I am looking for, nor the answer that I want to give.

Sometimes I forget who I am.

posted by Carol at 2:39 PM

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