I've had a lot on my mind lately. It's taken me some time to sit down and write. One thing I've been wanting to write about is the war in Iraq. There's a new International movement being organized by Code Pink. Women from all of the world are standing up to say "NO to War!" For more info see this link:
http://www.womensaynotowar.org/
I was one of the early signers of the petition to be delivered to the White House March 8th. If truth be said, I don't really believe those sitting in government positions are going to let 500,000 or even a million signatures change what's happening in Iraq. It will be looked upon as an sentimental gesture by the women of the world but not given much credence.
There is a powerful video and song that cuts to the heart of the matter. Pictures of the occupation. Here's another link if you dare to meet the reality of war head-on. Warning, it is graphic at times. But there is nothing pleasing to the eyes when it comes to war. But we need to look into the eyes of the children of Iraq, the mothers and fathers. Ignoring their faces only allows us to keep pretending we have a right to do what's being done to them.
Turn on the sound of your computer before viewing video. Video and song start immediately upon clicking link.
http://nobravery.cf.huffintonpost.com/
This video was reason enough for me to not lose hope or quit my own peacemaking efforts.
Women have an incredible amount of power when we work together and stand up against the injustice's of patriarchal society. We just need to wake each other up, stand collectively and say "No more!" I invite you to join me. a
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Scat
My posts tend to be a bit on the serious side. So I thought, for a change, I'd write about something a bit lighter...
...SCAT.
(You know, the naturalist's term for sh*t).
There seems to be a lot of it in my life these days.
And I don't mean metaphorically!
Sometimes for farm chores I hose-off and/or sweep the duck scat off the porch or patio. Since Simon isn't always walked by leash (his breed needs to run), I have to walk around the school grounds and pick up his scat. My work duties include keeping our guest quarters clean, so I'm often on my knees scrubbing toilets. The other day out in the woods I failed to look down as I was walking and stepped in a pellet pile (deer scat).
I can't help but wonder if there's some deep spiritual message trying to be conveyed to me.
Or, maybe it's just as simple as...
...shit happens.
Any thoughts???
...SCAT.
(You know, the naturalist's term for sh*t).
There seems to be a lot of it in my life these days.
And I don't mean metaphorically!
Sometimes for farm chores I hose-off and/or sweep the duck scat off the porch or patio. Since Simon isn't always walked by leash (his breed needs to run), I have to walk around the school grounds and pick up his scat. My work duties include keeping our guest quarters clean, so I'm often on my knees scrubbing toilets. The other day out in the woods I failed to look down as I was walking and stepped in a pellet pile (deer scat).
I can't help but wonder if there's some deep spiritual message trying to be conveyed to me.
Or, maybe it's just as simple as...
...shit happens.
Any thoughts???
