Good Morning, Sunshine.



I’d like to wake up and feel all warm and fuzzy and excited to meet the day.  And then I turn on the news.  War. Drone strikes.  Israel.  Gaza Strip.  Hamas.

And what, pray tell, is it that riles the American people up about political assignations and air strikes and the killing of civilians when it’s done by another country, such as Israel, yet we barely raise an eyebrow at our own daily American air strikes on places like Pakistan and Afghanistan?.  In my heartmind, it is the same.  Illegal warfare . . . dead, maimed,wounded and terrorized people everywhere --men, women, children.  Those innocent and those fighting under government orders.
 
Confrontation falls on many fronts.  There's the drone of military aircraft, with its punishingly accurate firepower, there's the drone of those militants who go on about drones, and then there's the drone of silence -- a silent condoning of these actions in our name.  Which is more deadly?

So, no, there’s no honey in the tea this morning ---simply a question – why aren’t more people protesting their government and their military in the U.S. and in Israel today or any day? What pretense keeps us in a supporting role in this power play on our world stage?  Why not now?

Because we’re just too busy working, I suppose.

--
"You cannot be anti-war and pro-Obama."
       David Swanson


                                                                   Obama: "the first Nobel Peace Prize winner with a kill list."
                                                                         (Frontline)

Just Sitting

                                                                               Madras Buddha, 1997. Hydrocal, arylic paint skins, plywood.
                                                                                                                                     by Arlene Shechet 

45 years in this same body
45 years with this same name
28 years with this same diploma
20 years in this same city
16 years with this same daughter
16 years in this same home
15 years in this same office
6 years with this same dog
4 years with these same nightmares
2 years with this same school

2 years with this same Sangha
1 year with this same no romance
1 month with this same resolution
1 day with this same bank balance
1 minute with this same realization
1 second with this same experience

just sitting
with this same passion,

free to roam.