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Sunday, July 30, 2006
There Is No Appropriate Title For This
First thing I found out about when I got up this a.m. was the awful news that Israel bombed a city in southern Lebanon, killing over 50 people, 34 of which were children. The pain in my gut bent me over. How many mothers are left without their children? Or did the mothers all die, too? If it were me, I would wish that I had died along with my child.
Oh, for some reason, this one is really bringing it home. These were not the first children brutally murdered, and most likely they won't be the last. AND I CAN'T STAND IT!!! If one of those people who pushed the button - or whatever they had to do to deliver those bombs - if one of those people looked at one of those children in the face, could they have pushed the button? Would they have pushed the button? Oh, we have lost our ability to empathize and to really be human. Sometimes it is so hard to live here on this planet. Right now, it is excruciating to live here.
How do we integrate all of this pain and sadness? How do we move beyond anger? How do we transform it into more compassion? I can't believe that we will stop the cycle by staying in pain and anger. But I am sad and I am angry, and I hope that I will use that energy to lead me to right action.
We are dying and we're in denial about it. We are killing ourselves by war, the chemicals of our medicine, our food that is no longer food, and our ruined environment. Those people who have died in California from the heat? They were murdered by us. We have soiled our own nest and our nest cannot support us any longer. Our excrement is causing us harm in so many ways. We have cancer.
I worked in hospice for years. I saw many people in denial to the end, I saw people in denial who woke up in time to heal before death, and I saw people who used their terminal disease to open up and become lights of love to all around. I want to either die right now or use the time I have left to open up in love. To keep my body around here in denial is a waste of our polluted oxygen.
Sorry to rant, but we can no longer afford to dance around the truth. May the death of those children help me to move more clouds from in front of my heart.
Oh, for some reason, this one is really bringing it home. These were not the first children brutally murdered, and most likely they won't be the last. AND I CAN'T STAND IT!!! If one of those people who pushed the button - or whatever they had to do to deliver those bombs - if one of those people looked at one of those children in the face, could they have pushed the button? Would they have pushed the button? Oh, we have lost our ability to empathize and to really be human. Sometimes it is so hard to live here on this planet. Right now, it is excruciating to live here.
How do we integrate all of this pain and sadness? How do we move beyond anger? How do we transform it into more compassion? I can't believe that we will stop the cycle by staying in pain and anger. But I am sad and I am angry, and I hope that I will use that energy to lead me to right action.
We are dying and we're in denial about it. We are killing ourselves by war, the chemicals of our medicine, our food that is no longer food, and our ruined environment. Those people who have died in California from the heat? They were murdered by us. We have soiled our own nest and our nest cannot support us any longer. Our excrement is causing us harm in so many ways. We have cancer.
I worked in hospice for years. I saw many people in denial to the end, I saw people in denial who woke up in time to heal before death, and I saw people who used their terminal disease to open up and become lights of love to all around. I want to either die right now or use the time I have left to open up in love. To keep my body around here in denial is a waste of our polluted oxygen.
Sorry to rant, but we can no longer afford to dance around the truth. May the death of those children help me to move more clouds from in front of my heart.
posted by Carol at 8:01 AM
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