24 December 2008

Merry New York Christmas
















New York City Christmas
- Rob Thomas

Call on your angels
Come down to the city
Crowd around the big tree
All you strangers who know me
Bring your compassion
Your understanding
Lord, how we need it
On this New York City Christmas

Yeah I'm sending you a merry New York Christmas
and a prayer for peace on earth within our time
Hear the sidewalk angels echo hallelujah
We understand more, now more than ever

So call on your angels
You're beaten and broken
It's time that we mended
So they don't fade with the season
Let our mercy be the gifts we lay
From Brooklyn and to Broadway
Celebrate each and every day
of this New York City Christmas

Yeah I'm sending you a merry New York Christmas
and a prayer for peace on earth within our time
Hear the sidewalk angels echo hallelujah
We understand more, now more than ever
Merry New York Christmas

Call on your angels
Come down to the city
Let's crowd around the big tree
All you strangers you know me
Bring your compassion
Bring your forgiveness
Lord how we need it
On this New York City Christmas

Yeah, I'm sending you a Merry New York Christmas
And a prayer for peace on Earth
It's not too late
Yeah the sidewalk angels echo hallelujah
We understand them
We understand them
Merry Christmas
Yes, a New York City Christmas

18 December 2008

In Search of Greener Grass


It has been a long couple of months.

I spent the week anticipating a weekend with NO PLANS (no work, no travel, no guests) something I haven't had in 2 ½ months…I would drift off during the day just to think about what it would be like to wake up without an alarm or an agenda….sigh… it sounds so wonderful.

Turns out I get to come in and work the HCJ volunteer sale because Maureen has to go to a memorial service for her godfather. Contrary to the way it sounds, I am not bitter, because this is something I am quite capable of feeling empathy for…but I am a little disappointed.

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A couple of weeks ago at a GSV fundraiser in New Jersey one of my roommates asked me what a HandCrafting Justice sale is like. It's December, and it is the first time anyone besides Hannah has asked about what Sara and I do. Certainly part of the "indirect service" that I hadn't anticipated. Being, or at least feeling, discounted.

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I've had the realization that my exhaustion, though founded due to over-work etc, is mostly due to the fact that I have been lacking in "self-care" lately. I have tried, but the things I have been doing just don't seem to be cutting it. I can spend an entire evening on the couch, sleep a full 8 hours, and wake up the next day totally exhausted. I can't seem to re-energize.

So I am in the midst of developing a new self-care plan. More yoga, books and H20.

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My dad sent me an article from Outside magazine about Greg Mortenson, a man who founded the Central Asia Institute. This organization builds schools all around Central Asia, giving children, especially girls, the opportunity for an education they normally wouldn't be able to obtain. After reading, I went online to the links at the bottom of the article, and found myself thinking, "It would be great to be able to work for an organization like this…"

Wait. Hold it.

I DO work for an organization like this. I DO help to give opportunities to people who wouldn't otherwise be able to obtain them.

I was so disappointed with myself for losing sight of that.

I shared this feeling with one of my soul friends* and she told me something that had been told her that rocked her world, "The grass isn't greener on the other side, its greener where you water it." Shocking. It shouldn't be, but was.

Cultivate and it will grow. Cultivate where you are, not where you look towards being. Do this and the grass will be green where you are. Simple.

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* these are the friendships that I feel stem more from the soul than any outward shared experience, they are those people who you instantly feel connected with, even though you seem to not share anything with

03 December 2008

Power of the People- SOA

“Non violence is not inaction... It is not for the timid or weak…Non violence is hard work. It is the willingness to sacrifice. It is the patience to win.”
-Cesar Chavez












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There is no place to start.

With an issue that has such deep roots, and a cause with so many different facets, there is no place to start.

I had no idea where to start this journey myself. Before leaving, I had no idea how to conceptualize what I was getting myself into or the way things were going to be once I got there. The School of the Americas is such an intense issue, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the argument the “other side” makes about the issue. But from what I saw, and from what I experienced…it was a simple issue with a simple starting point.

The vigil.
It started with the first name. It started with the name being read and the crowd lifting their crosses and saying in unison, “presente.” It continued for over 2 hours. For over two hours on Sunday morning I heard the names of those who have lost their lives due to the training that the SOA provides. Children, teens, adults, elderly, they found commonality in their death. With each and every name read, it started again, because each and every name had significance, just as each and every name before and after it had. And when the names stopped, when the litany ceased, it did not end. There will be more, there are more, for this, there may be a clear beginning, but there is no clear end.

The spirit.
It started in peace. From the moment I arrived I felt it: these were my people. I spent the weekend surrounded by people who believe in goodness. They did not travel from across the country to point out the presence of evil in the world, but to present the possibility of peace. I stood in mass on Saturday evening with thousands of other people, and felt the spirit. These people were not here to get their weekend Mass cards punched, they were there because they are Catholic for the same reasons I am. Because they believe in goodness, they believe in peace, but mostly because they believe in humanity. And this, it began in peace, but it continued forth in hope.

The reality.
It started with the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation. It started with spreading the ideal of democracy further into our world. I understand the ideals under which it began, and under which it theoretically operates today. However it is simple: The ideals for which it theoretically teaches aside, many of the graduates of the SOA have gone forward to commit some of the worst offenses to humans rights in our lifetimes. The fact is that the skills that they are learning are aiding them in violating our human race. Where it started may be unclear, but where it ends is pretty clear to me…it ends with two hours worth of names of those who have lost their lives in the name of “security cooperation.” It begins in a place where we teach Latin American soldiers warfare, and ends with the loss of lives, over and over again.

But the real question is. When does it end?

The fact is I could go on for days. But that’s the idea. In the big picture, this may be about putting an end to the SOA. But for me, this is about a place to start. I didn’t sit in a van for 40 hours because it was the cool thing to do, or because I thought it would be nice to get out of the city. I did it because I believe in it.

And I saw 20,000 other people who believe in it too.

And I heard them chanting, “Ain’t no power like the power of people, because the power of people don’t stop!”

And the fact is, its true.

And the fact is, there is hope.

Non-violence is more than hippie idealism.
It is compassion.
It is love.
It is understanding.
It is solidarity.

Compassion. Love. Understanding. Solidarity.

I think that’s it. That is where to start.

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“When all people are free to ask why, to say I love you, to say no; when everyone is cared for, sheltered, fed; when we are all able to live where we want and leave when we wish; then we will know peace.”
-Jesse M. Kahn