Lots of upheaval on the Rec list this morning. Campus unrest, not unlike the '60s...and yet, we continue. Change brings upheaval. To suffer is to move-through.
Bring me (thereby us...all of us) your stories of where you ended up after your own upheaval. Tell us how you came through. Because we do continue.
Civil wars, wars to end all wars, "dumb" wars; children fallen down wells; space shuttles exploding, presidents shot down; where are we now, this morning?
It's the stories we need. This is how we heal.
There are those who do not see; there are are those who will not see; there are those who see and understand.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
Ours is to shed light. A friend of mine, a spiritual counselor, once told me: "Many times, they just want to tell their stories to someone."
The second biggest upheaval in my life was the divorce of my parents in 1970. The first was so bad that I don't recall it, but it took away the serenity I had as a very young boy.
And yet, I continue.
Those who see and understand will find this diary. They want to shed their light. They want to hear others do the same. Around the globe in the twinkling of an eye. How else to heal a tired world than to share our human commonality? Politics is people.
We have moved through so much, haven't we? And yet, we continue. We just keep on keeping on. Jack Kennedy declared out loud that we all breathe the same air. Gandhi said when they fight you, you have won. Barack Obama exclaimed that we are one people. I think he meant everybody. The whole world. Ultimately, I mean. I figure we each have a book in us. "The Story of Me." Tell us, then. Tell us how you came through, persevered. We all need to see the words--your words--. You are here already, the keyboard is before you...tell us how you came out into the light. Give us the strength you found, so we can find it in ourselves. The inspiration, you see? The sharing of a people.
What else is there? Is that not the true bottom line? If you have not yet persevered, tell us where you are now. But come and tell your story. "...all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around..." --John Denver, Poems, Prayers, and Promises." Ours is to reach and to be reached. To teach what we most need to learn. To bring along with us a trace of the road traveled, and echoes of our footfalls along the bridges we crossed. If this is our time, then this is our time. The old ways are dying out.
Our stories are ours, and no one can take them from us. --A comment I made awhile back, here on D-Kos.