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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, July 07, 2006

Buddha and Me



This is my Buddha dog sitting in the desert.








I went hiking with my awesome dog, Buddha, this morning. We have this way of communicating that is beyond words. I don't know how we do it, but when we hike alone, we don't need to talk in order to work together. If I want to take a certain fork of the trail, 99% of the time, Buddha just knows it. He is usually the lead hiker (he won't even consider walking by my side), and he somehow knows the way I want to go.

We saw a great blue heron walking on its stilts at the edge of the lake, a circling hawk, and a heron in flight. I heard a vole in the grass and saw the fluorescent blue flowers that have survived this drought. It seems that I am able to find myself when I connect with the life around me.

After the hike, I came home, read the headlines on a few websites, and cried. There is so much anger and suffering in this world.

I wonder if we all slowed down, REALLY slowed down, and got quiet and REALLY saw the magic of life, would we maybe see the changes that are going on with the earth and stop raping it before it's too late? Would we see the amount of oil that we have available, realize that we care about our children's futures, and take the time to think about a new paradigm? Would we see the humanity in someone we think we hate and realize that hurting them also hurts those who love them, and ultimately hurts our own self?

I feel like we're a world on speed and we can't tolerate stopping long enough to feel the horrors going on. When we don't feel them, we don't have to do anything about them.

posted by Carol at 5:08 PM


2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautifully said, Carol. I stumbled upon your site and just want to let you know that my husband and I are on your page. Keep the faith!

10:19 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

Thanks for checking out my blog! It's so nice to hear from others who care about our world.

Blessings to you, wherever you are.

11:03 AM  

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