Thursday, September 13, 2007

only I have the power to tread on my soul

Today was one of those miraculous, fantastic days where I wondered, at times, if the universe truly is conspiring to shower me with blessings. The messages are everywhere, one just needs to know how to look for them, to see them and recognize them. Because I know damned well life on Earth is severely messed up, but there are so many rays of hope. For everything that knocks me down, something comes along to lift me up out of hopelessness and despair, to ignite the spark within me, my passion and desire for positive change in the face of destruction, and my spirit of resistance. I see, acknowledge, and revile forces of oppression, attempt to resist and fight injustices, and try to remind myself the responsibility I have as a middle-class Westerner to use my voice and my power to support the efforts of those who are on the front lines of equality and justice movements. We who are living in luxury, because it gets to a point where it is goes beyond mere comfort, have an obligation to those who have not shared our wealth and from whose suffering we have benefited, even if it has been unwittingly. It is about volunteering our time and effort, donating funds when and where possible, educating ourselves, helping those individuals we can while working with others to create change on a larger scale, educating ourselves about inequalities and injustice, and so on and so forth.

My my my, I have so much on my mind. My original intent was to say something about the fantastic evening that I had, but it is getting late and I have to wake up in roughly 6 hours. On that note, I will make a quick summary ... The Interpares event was great, I was inspired by the women who spoke and shared the stories of women with whom they work. I enjoyed talking about Nigeria and Ghana with Lisa and her friend. It was good to see Chris at the talk. I spontaneously hugged Kelli, Jeanine and Joanna at work today and received smiles in return. Georgina, my marvelous, lovely and generous friend, took me to see K-OS, for which I am grateful (the show blew me away). And last, but not least, Abdul, the Sudanese man, who made my heart feel like a begging bowl, full to the brim with both joy and sorrow.

In short, life can be and is often very beautiful, even though there is so much needless suffering in this world. We can change the world, make it better. Not all, but most of it is preventable. I believe, do you?

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