The fog and mist are here in the way of Asian paintings. I feel held on the tips of bliss, even as I acknowledge that yesterday I felt secure enough to feel my humanity, and therefore, anger at the cancer, and that anger is a gift.
My brother feels concern about my posting about his celebration of Halloween. I am going to embarrass him even more by commenting on it. I feel my brother has an incredible exuberance for, love of, and participation in life. He throws himself whole-heartedly into everything that celebrates and is a gift for others, especially our beloved Katy. That her Halloween party would lead to such an exuberant celebration is something that I want to celebrate. I want to give permission to us all to enter so wholly into life. I am reminded of the Marianne Williamson quote, that our shining gives permission to others to do the same.
I was blessed in my parents. I was thinking that yesterday. The veil between the living and the dead is thin these days, and I was sitting, thinking, of how grateful I am for my mother and father. I remember my 16th birthday party. My father went as exuberantly into that, as my brother did this Halloween party for Katy. I think it is to celebrate all the ways that love flows from one to another and round and round. Why else do we have a day to honor the dead? It is a way to give thanks and celebrate that the bones they gave are still here, and we can dance through their light.
I read how endangered salmon are, the whole fish industry is, and how we need to pay attention. I hear of a 33 year old woman with breast cancer who has two young children and a husband. I wonder how much environmental toxins contribute to breast cancer at such an early age. I read an article by Julian Glover from the Guardian UK that says that the British believe Bush is more dangerous than Kim Jong-il. "US allies think Washington threat to world peace. Only bin Laden feared more in United Kingdom." What a legacy Bush has built, and amazinly, he doesn't even seem to know.
The Talk of the Town piece in the New Yorker by Hendrik Hertzberg is sobering. Do I even dare quote from it? You may be eating your breakfast. I'll let it pass, and hope this year, Americans see beyond the lies, and vote true heart. Unfortunately, as Hertzberg points out, "with the structural biases of America's electoral machinery, Democrats enter every race carrying a bag of sand. The Senate's fifty-five Republicans represent fewer Americans than do its forty-five Democrats. On the House side, Democratic candidates have won a higher proportion of the average district vote than Republicans in four of the five biennnial elections since 1994, but - thanks to a combination of gerrymandering and demographics - Republicans remain in the majority. To win back the house, Democrats need something close to a landslide. Their opponents, to judge from their behavior, seem to think they might get one."
Let's hope so. I do find it discouraging to know that my vote is not equal to the vote of someone from a different state or district, and, so it is. It's time to win.
Hertzberg says on Cheney saying torture is a no-brainer.
"The "dunking water" they were talking about is waterboarding. It has been used by the Gestapo, the North Koreans, and the Khmer Rouge. After the Second World War, a Japanese soldier was sentenced to twenty-five years' hard labor for using it on American soldiers. It is torture, and torture is not a no-brainer. It is a no-souler. The no-brainer is the choice on Election Day."
And I didn't even give you the worst of the article. : )
May you enjoy and savor a super-blessed day.