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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

 

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

The View Outside My Kitchen Window


Sometimes I go to the desert to stop and sit with this "me" that calls itself Carol. This time I went to the lusciousness of Whidbey Island. This was the view outside our kitchen window.



the landscape of the desert,
whether it be the incessant heat on the sand
or the dearth of hope when in pain and suffering,
brings me to my edge
and then I find that I am edgeless

the intoxication of cool, moist forest,
whether it be when the morning fog opens
or the moments when everything goes my way,
calls me to expand
and then I find that all I am the expanse

the playgrounds change
it appears that I do, too
but Something carries through

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posted by Carol at 10:00 AM


2 Comments:

Blogger wayfarer said...

That is just amazing! Enjoy!

8:01 PM  
Blogger Carol said...

Thank you!

9:00 PM  

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