Bowing for Peace
9/11 Bowing Journal
August 11, 2013
August 11 was a Sunday this year. I began bowing at my usual spot across the street from Bread Alone bakery. But minutes after unrolling my banner I felt I was hiding, being too safe standing there in the shade, apart from the Sunday morning breakfast traffic. So I picked up the easel with the sign and took a post at the edge of the parking lot, in the sun, smack in the middle of the milling crowd.
9/11 Bowing Journal
August 11, 2013
August 11 was a Sunday this year. I began bowing at my usual spot across the street from Bread Alone bakery. But minutes after unrolling my banner I felt I was hiding, being too safe standing there in the shade, apart from the Sunday morning breakfast traffic. So I picked up the easel with the sign and took a post at the edge of the parking lot, in the sun, smack in the middle of the milling crowd.
Peace Says Meet Me Halfway
Bulletproof School-buses, Bio-hazard Gear or Birthing Our Braver Next Self
Who is She?
I would like to turn off all news channels, go hiking on this lovely day before my birthday. I would like to erase from memory that image of a river of blood which one of the witnesses of the Paris massacre described seeing from the window of his apartment.
But She is pleading with me to hear her.
And I know exactly how She feels.
She tells me through all She has given me that She loves and cares for me.
So I can’t just go up the mountain today and turn my back on Her.
Who is She?
She is Peace Herself as I imagine Her.
Weeping.
Peace Says Meet Me Halfway
Bulletproof School-buses, Bio-hazard Gear or Birthing Our Braver Next Self
Who is She?
I would like to turn off all news channels, go hiking on this lovely day before my birthday. I would like to erase from memory that image of a river of blood which one of the witnesses of the Paris massacre described seeing from the window of his apartment.
But She is pleading with me to hear her.
And I know exactly how She feels.
She tells me through all She has given me that She loves and cares for me.
So I can’t just go up the mountain today and turn my back on Her.
Who is She?
She is Peace Herself as I imagine Her.
Weeping.
9/11 Bowing Journal
It Takes So Little
It’s the 11th and I thought I’d be bowing in my beautiful official Turn It Around tee-shirt. I even ironed one of them for the occasion. Instead I grabbed Ed’s oversize raincoat since mine was nowhere to be found.
“You’re slowing down the planet. All this technology is making us spin out of control.” said a tall, thoughtful, kind-faced man after reading the text on my banner. “It’s very gracious what you’re doing,and artistic. I like the gentle shade of blue,” he added.