What I must be

Sep 10, 2010 13:30

 Because I throw up when I read about men who torture captured hawks and falcons, because I grieve the fifty species we lose every day with real tears, because every bloody deer and porcupine, red fox and grey fox, coyote, skunk, and grouse makes me question where we need to go and why we need to get there so damned fast, because I don’t want to ( Read more... )

women, animals, racism, children, music, politics, environmentalism

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bruorton September 10 2010, 20:11:51 UTC
I don't think there are words to respond to this -- only embraces, and shared tears, and the offer of another pair of hands to do the family's work.

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kaph September 13 2010, 18:53:40 UTC
(((hugs)))

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kisekileia September 10 2010, 22:38:26 UTC
You're a good person.

I also wish, especially when I read things like the first paragraph of this entry, that vegetarianism was medically possible for me.

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kaph September 13 2010, 18:55:44 UTC
You're sweet, thanks.

I'm not a vegetarian either, also for medical reasons. But I do buy meat only from people I know, or locally-grown meat with a humane certification. I'm lucky, living where I am - I just wish eating a balanced diet weren't so ethically and practically difficult for most folks!

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wantedonvoyage September 10 2010, 23:08:05 UTC
If only the people with the keys understood these things as you do.

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kaph September 13 2010, 18:58:11 UTC
I love your usericon!

And I keep praying and hoping . . .

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roseross September 11 2010, 03:56:40 UTC
Louis Untermeyer. 1885-

Prayer

GOD, though this life is but a wraith,
Although we know not what we use,
Although we grope with little faith,
Give me the heart to fight-and lose.

Ever insurgent let me be,
Make me more daring than devout;
From sleek contentment keep me free,
And fill me with a buoyant doubt.

Open my eyes to visions girt
With beauty, and with wonder lit-
But always let me see the dirt,
And all that spawn and die in it.

Open my ears to music; let
Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums-
But never let me dare forget
The bitter ballads of the slums.

From compromise and things half done,
Keep me with stern and stubborn pride;
And when at last the fight is won,
God, keep me still unsatisfied.

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kaph September 13 2010, 18:58:52 UTC
Awesome - thank you for sharing this!

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