I haven't stuck my head out of the door all day...I wonder what the humidity is like out there...the plants on the balcony tell me its a slight breeze blowing and there is an overcast in the sky. My body hasn't quite recovered from the intermittent sleep the other night...We kept the tv on C-Span2 watching the debates and anticipating the outcome of the vote on Iraqi withdrawal, time line or no time line. My interest in politics often goes beyond politics but watching how people behave and the arguements they put forth, for me, becomes an open door to make analysis of gender, class, race, and economic roles for our civilization at large. Peter concludes that the West is canabilizing upon itself which occurs in all empowered nations that become drunk with their own power. Quite sad of a conclusion...and it doesn't help that I keep ordering these documentaries from Netflix. I have one in there now that I need to either watch or send back...its on children born in brothels to prostitutes in India. Why do I do this to myself? Because I think the dangers of not being aware are more hurting than being aware. Plus, art and faith, for me, are my soul food.
This is a poem I hear in my head often when I'm saddened by some event: