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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

 

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Severe Thunderstorm Warning














Last night a thunderstorm blew through. Hail, both large and small, pelted everything. I stood at the window, watching as my garden was pummeled. I watched two big lettuce plants literally torn to shreds in front of my eyes. For some reason, the tomato plants weren't destroyed, but everything else was. Oh, and I'm sure the weeds that I hadn't gotten to yet are not only doing fine, but thriving.

If I didn't have a Wild Oats within five miles of here, if I didn't have a car and gas and money, if, if, if... if I wasn't a middle class American with resources (at least today), I would've thrown my body across that garden to save it from that hail. But my life doesn't depend on food from my garden.

Today I heard Dr. Dahlia Wasfi speak. Her father is Iraqi and her mother is Jewish. She lived in Basra during her early childhood, moving back to the states in 1977, when she was six. She has visited her extended family in Basra and Baghdad twice since the war began - in early 2004, and then again late 2005 - early 2006. She gives a very different view of what reconstruction in Iraq looks like (there is very little). Kids go to school, when they can, in bombed out buildings. She did see a set of new stoplights, but they don't work, due to the inconsistent availability of electricity. In May of 2006, a (very) few members of congress held a forum on Iraq. Dahlia gave powerful testimony, which you can read at the Brussels Tribunal.

At the end of her testimony, she quotes Hassan Juma’a Awad, president of the Basrah Oil Workers' Union. His article, Leave Our Country Now was published in The Guardian/UK.

His words:
"We lived through dark days under Saddam Hussein's dictatorship. When the regime fell, people wanted a new life: a life without shackles and terror; a life where we could rebuild our country and enjoy its natural wealth. Instead, our communities have been attacked with chemicals and cluster bombs, and our people tortured, raped and killed in our homes.

Saddam's secret police used to creep over the roofs into our homes at night; occupation troops now break down our doors in broad daylight. The media do not show even a fraction of the devastation that has engulfed Iraq. Journalists who dare to report the truth of what is happening have been kidnapped by terrorists. This serves the agenda of the occupation, which aims to eliminate witnesses to its crimes. "

Life is feeling very dark to me right now. It seems that the politicians of our country are baseball sized hail, shredding the life out of the planet and all who live on it. We need to throw our bodies, minds and spirits down to protect the sanctity of life and to realize REAL freedom for all to live with their needs met in dignity and respect. Our lives, and many others, DO depend on it.

posted by Carol at 3:03 PM


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