Voice for Peace
Voice for Peace's Journalif the money is handy I give it, and don't think about how they'll spend it.
Probably I benefit more from giving than the receiver.
When I acknowledge their humanity by sharing a little
bit of what I have, it fills up my own heart, and that's
my private motivation.
When I give I hope that for a second they feel some
dignity, or kindness or love, and for a moment they
don't feel any shame. That's something, even if it
goes towards drugs or alcohol. A moment can make
a whole lifetime more meaningful.
I think the next president might be
the person who will prosecute the crooked bankers,
maybe even some war criminals.
Who would that be?
By that time there well may be major popular support
for a candidate who goes after financial corruption
& thugs in a big way.
Takes a dreamer to make a dream come true,
are you dreaming?
a peculiar balloon landing today
not sure where it came down, but it was on or near a busy
street/crowded neighborhood. On or near Rio Grande in
the North Valley near Rte 40
it sat there a while, fires roaring, then deflated and disappeared
from our view.
jeez. I know. when you most needed a ton of support and love.
The victim ends up being blamed, almost no matter
what.. because of the after-effects, and how they scar
your life and social relationships. Survivors of sexual
assault, especially of ongoing abuse, become strange
people. Peculiar. Secretive, sad, angry, depressed,
odd. I couldn't speak
for many years throughout childhood and beyond.
Barely, I mean. It was as if there were something
choking me. All the words and feelings couldn't
come out. I was almost always disoriented for one
reason or another. I hated myself because I was
weak, and weird, and choked.
The victims become the weird ones, or the bad,
incorrigible ones. They are shamed in the family
and in the world around. They are punished or
ridiculed, or both. They are lonely. We can often
recognize each other, because the manifestations
are nearly universal, if you know what to look
for.
And I've thought about this a lot, the cycle of
abuse and healing. How we use our damage to
help ourselves and others. I see a weird person
now, & don't see a weird person; I see myself.
I see a man or woman or child, I see a child
who has been profoundly hurt, and been carrying
profound loneliness his/her whole life. I see a
need for kindness, patience, and support.
And when I love, it makes me strong, it makes me heal.
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