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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, July 06, 2007

Pardon Me...

... if you are tired of hearing about the street theater (Operation First Casualty) that occurred in Denver on the 4th. (In case you missed my other posts on the subject, you can see them here, here, and here.)

That experience was profound for me, and I feel that I would be doing a disservice to the members of Iraq Veterans Against the War - and the Iraqi people - if I just said "That was nice." and moved on.

We comfortable Americans just don't get what it would be like to have foreign soldiers patrolling our streets, aiming guns at the heads of our family members, taking away our husbands, and killing our neighbors who just want to protect their land. Not today, anyway. Well, on second thought, many immigrants know what I'm talking about, but that's a story for another day.

A Vietnam vet, playing a civilian who is a victim of American soldiers.
Think about it.



As of today, 3592 of their buddies have died in Iraq. Tens of thousands of their fellow soldiers have mental and physical problems.

And hundreds of thousands Iraqis are dead.

Support Iraq Veterans Against the War. They've been there. They know.

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