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Saturday, September 16, 2006
Wishin' I Was Young, But Glad I'm Not
Our Women in Black vigil is always an adventure. I stand and watch the cars and motorcycles and trucks and pedestrians. Sometimes I feel invisible. Sometimes I feel like I'm at the zoo - and I'm the monkey behind the bars. There has definitely been a shift since our vigil started a year ago. We observe much less anger directed our way - less feelings and needs that are communicated in tragic ways, as Marshall would say.
Today's episode of As the Women in Black Stand begins with two women, holding the honkin' big banner alone - not a feat for the weak-hearted. Winds are pummeling, sheets of rain slash slices in the air while the two women hold on to their banner with all of their might.
Not really.
It was a pretty nice day, actually. A few sprinkles, sun and clouds dancing around. We started as two, but multiplied until we became SIX. The fun part was when two young men asked if they could stand with us until their bus came. They had shaved heads with a little tuft of black hair sprouting out on top (sorry, I'm so out of it, I don't know if there is a name to this style.) and piercings here and there. An excellent compliment to the wrinkles and gray hairs that had previously dominated the Women in Black landscape (yes, I'm speaking for myself). One young young man just stood with us, and one held one of our signs that says "Standing in Silence for Peace". He just stood right out in the middle of the sidewalk and faced the traffic.
Funny, we got a lot of supportive response while those guys were standing with us. I want to hire them.
Maybe it is the ALIVE energy of youth that those motorists responded to.
I just went through my entire blog and found all of the references to my Women in Black experiences. I had so much fun visiting my writings of the past 13+ months, that I decided if I die tomorrow, I will have lived a very interesting and enriching life, and a part of me will be majorly bummed that it can't continue, but another part will go in wonder at what the next chapter will bring.
If you haven't read them before, here are eight of my on-the-scene reports from the corner of West Colfax and the Denver Retail Entrance in Lakewood, Colorado, written over the last year:
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/09/wondering-what-its-all-about.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/08/lemmings.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/06/women-in-black-amputees.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/06/peace-flavor-of-month_115029268595579471.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/05/rainbow-in-storm.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/04/back-to-women-in-black.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/03/if-you-meet-buddha-on-road.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2005/10/freedom-from-fear.html
Today's episode of As the Women in Black Stand begins with two women, holding the honkin' big banner alone - not a feat for the weak-hearted. Winds are pummeling, sheets of rain slash slices in the air while the two women hold on to their banner with all of their might.
Not really.
It was a pretty nice day, actually. A few sprinkles, sun and clouds dancing around. We started as two, but multiplied until we became SIX. The fun part was when two young men asked if they could stand with us until their bus came. They had shaved heads with a little tuft of black hair sprouting out on top (sorry, I'm so out of it, I don't know if there is a name to this style.) and piercings here and there. An excellent compliment to the wrinkles and gray hairs that had previously dominated the Women in Black landscape (yes, I'm speaking for myself). One young young man just stood with us, and one held one of our signs that says "Standing in Silence for Peace". He just stood right out in the middle of the sidewalk and faced the traffic.
Funny, we got a lot of supportive response while those guys were standing with us. I want to hire them.
Maybe it is the ALIVE energy of youth that those motorists responded to.
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I just went through my entire blog and found all of the references to my Women in Black experiences. I had so much fun visiting my writings of the past 13+ months, that I decided if I die tomorrow, I will have lived a very interesting and enriching life, and a part of me will be majorly bummed that it can't continue, but another part will go in wonder at what the next chapter will bring.
If you haven't read them before, here are eight of my on-the-scene reports from the corner of West Colfax and the Denver Retail Entrance in Lakewood, Colorado, written over the last year:
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/09/wondering-what-its-all-about.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/08/lemmings.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/06/women-in-black-amputees.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/06/peace-flavor-of-month_115029268595579471.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/05/rainbow-in-storm.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/04/back-to-women-in-black.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2006/03/if-you-meet-buddha-on-road.html
http://www.carolforpeace.com/2005/10/freedom-from-fear.html
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