Monday, July 19, 2004

I totally forgot about Carlos showing me his scars from his various surgeries for high blood pressure and the ensuing kidney failure. The vein in his bicep, which he put my finger on, pulsed with such fury that I thought it might burst if I applied even a minute amount of fingernail pressure. He smiled and said "like a vibrator." It was a trip. I was also thinking last night about the similarities between the rebirthing process, and baptism, and the idea of reincarnation, especially as tied into psychotherapy and theories of how much agression, globally and individually, is associated with birth trauma - reliving the trauma of birth. I wonder if the admonishment in the Garden of Eden is that the pain of birth is that of generations, not just the mother. 11:13:57 PM

And this story. We're checking into the facts, about whether or not Iran was involved in 911. I hope as diligently as we looked into Iraq's WMD. If the democratic process fails this fall, it may be time to take up a more active nonviolent resistance. I don't want those same grandchildren to ask me where I was and what I did during the occupation, without me having a proud answer. Even if it means never living to see those grandchilren. 11:07:29 PM

I just want to wake up and have this be over and down with, the elders having taken care of it all. I can't believe the news today about the ICC. This is the stuff of nightmares, nightmares that are hopefully punctuated by the probing questions of grandchildren, if not children, reading about these days in school and asking what it was like during those Bush years, when the world feared a much more fearsome fascism rearing its head. Dear Lord, deliver us. Oh my. 11:03:29 PM