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
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6 Comments:
"...life is still very persistent about wanting to show up..."
Well put, Carol.
It's getting nigh to one of the few times I really love being down here - dogwood blossom time! The entire world is a perfume factory...awesome!
i've been keeping my eyes out for those but it seems like forever until we see them. It's been so cold here lately. Love spring! I so miss Colorado's beautiful seasons.
Hey San,
It IS true. I am always amazed.
TUA,
I lived in the south for a short time and yes, I remember the colors and smells this time of year. Where do you live? I'm on my way!
Wayfarer,
Don't you have seasons there, also? I had to look hard to find some buds. Those were on my lilacs. I think budding is contagious, though, so there should be many soon.
Today we're back to cold and windy snow...
Yesterday as I was outside, I kept thinking of—and I suppose, praying—the Navajo “I Walk with Beauty” prayer:
As I walk, as I walk
The universe is walking with me
In beauty it walks before me
In beauty it walks behind me
In beauty it walks below me
In beauty it walks above me
Beauty is on every side
As I walk, I walk with Beauty.
Nick,
That's so beautiful. And true.
I used to have a version of that memorized and I would repeated it in my mind as I stood at our Women in Black vigil. At some point, I forgot about it. Thanks for reminding me!
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