Monday, May 31, 2010
What is remembered, lives
I'm thinking about you today, dear ones, holding you close to my heart. It's not a difficult task because I love you. I really do. You know who you are: you who had the nerve, or were naive enough to be convinced, or had a great conviction about what you were doing when you signed the contract, when you picked up a weapon, when you followed orders and put your life on the line.
What the terra cotta warriors told me is that at the confluence of two mighty rivers, there is chaos and destruction. They were describing what happens during a battle between two armies.
For whatever reasons, you found yourself, at some point, at the center of a destructive confluence. You died or you lived, for some of you I'm guessing it was a little bit of both or a whole lot of both. You, my loves, know in your blood and in your bones, the chaos at the center of the vortex.
I am in awe of you, all of you, who served. Dead and alive, just coming out of the storm of war, or just heading in, those of you who do the dirty work on the ground or in the air, on the water, all I can say is: thank you. I'm against war of every kind, but I salute you and love you, dearly dearly.