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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, June 06, 2007

I do it so the country won't change me

Yesterday 40 or 50 of us met at the state capitol and a few people spoke before we marched banging pots and pans and chanted our way to the Federal Building. One of our MFSO mothers couldn't be there because she was attending a funeral of a young soldier who was supposed to make it home from Iraq to witness the birth of his first child a daughter but he was killed only 11 days before her birth. A woman who has lived in Syria for a few years read statements from Iraqis who have escaped death by fleeing to Syria and each of these people sounded just like any American parent who loves his/her children but these people were doing what they had to do in order to protect their children from early death when death screamed all around them. And the American parents around us were taking their kids shopping on one of their first days of summer break. I wondered what they worry about. Certainly not IED's and soldiers breaking into their homes and taking away the men of the family. And certainly not a bomb going off on a bus near the shopping center killing and maiming souls whose only crime is being in the wrong country at the wrong time.

Once in awhile as we marched I wondered why we were doing this. It was not going to stop the war and I could just imagine the headlines saying that a handful of protesters walked down the 16th Street Mall banging pots and pans against the war and everyone would think that a few goofballs are against the war while the normal people are walking the mall in shirts and ties and talking important business on their cellphones. But from the peace signs and thumbs up that we got I know that we were bigger than a handful and we put the war in the faces of the shopping moms and summer kids and that is important because over there this atrocity is in the face of every person every day.

And I remember the A.J. Muste quote which I can't promise is a real live quote of his but it doesn't matter because it says something important. It goes like this:

A reporter interviewing A.J. Muste, who during the Vietnam War stood in front of the White House night after night with a candle, one rainy night asked,"Mr. Muste, do you really think you are going to change the policies of this country by standing out here alone at night with a candle?" Muste replied, "Oh, I don't do it to change the country, I do it so the country won't change me.

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