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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Toni Morrison HOME

How did I get so fortunate? To have so many excellent books to read, and now this one.

Of course, no words do the works and words of Toni Morrison justice. And as I 'read' this on tape, I was so privileged to hear Toni Morrison reading her own latest amazing book.

I wept, I laughed, I nodded knowingly, I raged, I puked - not necessarily in that order or just once.

To be in the middle of the deep south, George Wallace country, and to read this book - ufb

Hawks soaring

I walk my early evening rounds around the camp ground loop and suddenly look up through the tall, skinny, fall trees.

In the bright blue opening hawks circle and crows flee. I want to lay on the ground and watch their graceful circling but I hold out my arms instead. (I've learned there are scorpions here as well as snakes).

Two more hawks swirl into the opening; then 3 more and now I see many, many hawks, flying as high as eagles, soaring above and beyond, closer to the lake, small, graceful specks gliding and the invisible currents.

And I feel like I am soaring too!

Try hydrogen peroxide...

Every morning I get up as the moon sets and the sun rises. I stretch, then jog a little more then 1 1/2 miles very slowly around this camp ground loop, out to the road and around the tent camping loop that ends at the lake.

It is freezing when I start out but by the time I get to the lake, I'm warmed up. Wisps of fog ascend from the lake like the sweet breath of a thousand infants & I wonder what the early people who lived here must have thought when taking in such beauty.

Today I clean the bathrooms with Roy's brother. He claims the womyn's are dirtier then the men's but he won't trade with me when I suggest I'll take charge of all the womyn's rooms, he can do the mens. In truth, none of them are dirty, as we've had less then 3 campers this cold & windy week - but we have to clean anyway.

Today is the day he uses clorox on the walls & floors, grinning as he talks about the mold and insects being killed, bragging that the clorox smell will last for days.

I say it sure will, and then it will invade the soil and water and air. I tell him we are in much more danger of being harmed by clorox then the germs he imagines he's killing.

Of course, he's just a camp host brother. I will wait until the ranger returns next week to speak with him about the Alabama USDA Forest Service going green!