"Be the change you wish to see in the world"- Ghandi

What meaning can I make of Memorial Day this year? Today I remember those who died and who continue to die for no reason. I need no special day, however, to recognize and grieve this reality. How can I ever forget? I feel it all the time: the insanity of it all. The feeling of my country being taken over by what can only be described as evil: the tricks of GW and his crony crooks who are systematically destroying our country and the middle east. How to fight this ominous and pervasive war machine, this awful, sickening consciousness which emanates from our so called leadership? And where to flee to from the horror of the last 5 years and dread of our future?

And yet, as much evil as there is in the world there is far more beauty. I find the sweet spring air blasting me in the face when I step into the natural world, screaming to me in birdsong and blossom, that THIS is reality. So what is GW and his corporate war machine doing in MY gorgeous world, anyhow?
I awake daily into this weird science fiction movie and yes I feel powerless, that it's all too much for me.
I see my aunt going to play Bridge daily with her girl gang and it's no different from me sculpting or drawing until 3 am. I'm just trying to connect and feel better and maybe offer a different vision, a different
state of being. Playfulness. Love. Joy. Connectedness. These are words that never leave our leaders' lips, but realities we all crave, none-the-less: to love and to be happy.
But what can I write about vets today
and another world within this world in which I live, that is against every fiber of my intuitive being? The enemy is invading: it is a lethargy that wants to stop me from writing or being with others.
Sometimes I think of the Native Americans who stopped running from and stood up to the white men even though
it meant their lives. Or the lone wolf who bears it's jugglar to it's enemy and in so doing causes the enemy
to loose its aggression. What can we do? I really don't want to hide my head in the sand. It is easy sometimes to have a death wish, we all have both life and death urges. But it's not courageous to want to die, it's an act of fatigue and it's letting them win. But if I continue to choose life, then where do I get refueled so that I can stand up for life and for what is good?
Ghandi said to be the change you wish to see in the world. By doing it just by being creative, by being it by
connecting with others, even when I don't think I have anything to offer. By keeping on and going through this narrow place, this barren desert in my heart and in our country's history.
I have never known an abuser to not self destruct in the end and so
how can the GW phantom not eventually come to its own end, if not simply by being so out of touch with reality and being so full of hubris. That was what finally destroyed Hitler: he overestimated his power and lost track of what was happening (due to being strung out on crystal meth--GW is probably drinking again, if not snorting cocaine) and when the invasion of Normandy occured, he failed to protect his troops.

So are we just living through the fall of an empire? If thesystem is to topple, it would not do soQUIETLY. The GW's of the world are terrified of us little people and ourpotential to foil their grandios plans to colonize the world and space. This is why they must want totrack and spy on us. They must have so much to hide, including their complicity in 911. They scramble for smoke screens and mirrors. Are they the wizard of oz
about to be humiliated in front of the world? Will they become only impotent laughing stocks, to be remembered as Hitler and whose presence we shall shield ourselves from in the future? Can love and reality and truth win? I wonder: how can it not? My
personal sphere of life is a microcosm of the larger world. In this sphere of personal experience I have found that there is no way to eventually avoid this emergence of reality, and our true natures. What else is there?