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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, August 04, 2006

So Families Will No Longer Be Broken

Amy Branham, who commented on my last post (one of the 3 or 4 people who actually read my blog and then make a comment!), is a Gold Star Mother for Peace. You can read her blog at http://amybranham.blogspot.com/.

At Camp Casey this past Easter, she told her story. You can read it on the Gold Star Families for Peace site. It really shows the cost of war - a cost that is never measured and never taken into account before, during, or after a war.

An excerpt:

My story may not be unusual, the daughter of a soldier who had PTSD who grew up to be the mother who sent her son to war, only to have him return in a wooden box to be buried. For anyone who thinks for even a second that the cost of war can only be measured in dollar signs, think again.

The real cost of war is paid by those who will fight the battles every single day for the rest of their lives.

For me, the cost of war was my relationship with my Dad. The cost of war was the life of my only son. The cost of war was and will continue to be my heart.





(Regarding the ten or so comments that I have received over the past year of blogging: they have been valued gifts. Thank you to the people who have taken the time to write. And thank you to all who take the time to read my wandering and wondering journey of questioning what part this speck of sand, called Carol, was created to play on this crazy beach of our world.)

posted by Carol at 1:06 PM

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