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  • Several things are moving me out of this chair
    and away from waiting for someone to take my hand and tell me what to do about all that troubles me in the world....
    actually I've been waiting for you...

    When I was a little girl my favorite day of the week was Wednesday
    it was the day the book mobile came to my little tiny elementary school...
    I fell in love with books.

    I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn...a story of an 11 year old girl coming of age in a tenement neighborhood in Brooklyn.
    I saw poverty, and alcoholism, women's struggles through her eyes.
    And then came The Diary of Anne Frank...these books were eyes into worlds I could not imagine from my view in the sleepy little resort town where I grew up.

    Anne Frank's diary led me to read books about Nazi Germany, concentration camps...the holocaust.
    I read them feeling true horror and despair, fear.....
    I would cry and try to make sense of it all
    Wondering how it could be true
    Was it true?
    Were there monsters in the world?
    Could people really be this?
    I would look at people and wonder if there was a way to tell the monsters from the rest of us?
    Did they all wear uniforms?
    Did grown ups know about this stuff. Did my mom? My dad?
    Did they allow this?

    Those thoughts rocked my world.
    My best friend was Jewish...
    We shared secrets, and clothes and crushes..
    Would THEY come for her someday?
    Would they come for me someday?
    Who was protecting us?

    Maybe those books were the beginnings of my activism...
    Vietnam and civil rights became my causes
    but I can no longer talk about what I used to do...

    In 2010 my grandson came to me after the Deepwater Horizon gulf spill...
    he was 11...
    he asked me if the ocean was going to die

    He came to me again after Fukushima...
    he asked me if we were all going to die

    Telling him it would all be alright was a lie
    I lied to my grandson...
    I felt sadness
    I hated that he was afraid
    and I felt ashamed
    I wasn't doing much to secure his future..

    A few months ago I heard Marianne Williamson talk about the fact that a child starves to death every 5 seconds....
    Children are starving to death and the world is quiet...
    She talked about how mama bears will protect their cubs from all that threatens them..
    how hyenas make a circle around the young to make sure they eat before the males are allowed to eat...
    She asked why us human moms aren't doing more to make sure children of the world have enough to eat?
    A dramatic comparison maybe...but never the less a fair question. Why are we so silent...?
    Do we think it can only happen to THEM?
    Take a close look at what is happening in America
    Children are hungry.
    Why aren't we fighting the monsters of the world?

    Protections are being removed..
    and I heard a nice woman say,
    ''if they can't find a good job, what are they doing having children?''
    are we headed toward a slow genocide of the poor?
    Who are we?

    I want my grandson to know that I do care about his future...
    I want him to know I'm willing to do what I can to fight the monsters
    I want him to know I am an adult who will take responsibility for the state of the world
    and do what I can to turn things around...
    I want him to know I love him...

    So I'm going to do it...
    I'm going to stop just talking and hoping and counting my blessings....
    I'm tired of just signing online petitions
    I'm going to engage
    I'm going to step out of my comfort zone
    I'm going to get educated
    I'm going to get actively involved in things

    Later this month I'm heading to Los Angeles
    I'm going to hang out with Miles and make some art
    enjoy his company and hospitality
    Then my youngest daughter will make the trip from Berkeley and
    together we will attend Sister Giant on the 28th and 29th...
    I'm proud of her...she has long been an animal ready to step into a bigger arena

    And I'm excited...
    Sister Giant is a gathering of Progressives hosted by Marianne Williamson
    This is the third year.
    We’re going to have a deep conversation about conscious citizenship and political change
    covering things like getting money out of politics,
    racial justice and mass incarceration
    corruption of our food supply
    how to build a more peaceful world
    spiritual enlightenment and political transformation

    Marianne has a voice and resources and uses them for the hard stuff
    She does it with the belief that love is the answer
    Something I also believe
    She is one of my heroes

    Among the speakers will be Bernie Sanders the congressman from Vermont,
    and Thom Hartman the host of The Big Picture.
    These three inspire me.

    The goal is to get more women involved
    Women have something to offer
    Our spirit is needed
    We will gather to find ways to change the political climate...
    We will learn how to use our voices
    The weekend will live stream if your interested...
    OR you could join us??

    It's true that many good things are happening in the world, but we shouldn't be ignoring the progression of our many silent cancers. Part of being spiritual is being alert not just to love and what it can do to save us, but also to our shadows and what they can do to hurt us. The systematic perpetration of income inequality...climate change...child poverty in America...mass incarceration... the corruption of our food supply...limits on civil rights....the spiritual seeker should be leading, not ignoring, the efforts to course-correct nationally....
    Marianne Williamson
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