I saw this sign at Zucotti Park when I visited the encampment a couple of weeks ago. I guess it’s gone now, getting warm with the person who made it, waiting for another time to give the message.
Mayor Bloomberg gave all the protesters a break from the coming winter by moving them. I don’t know if it’s true but it seems to me that the level of protests has risen. I loved the image in Berkely, CA of the tents suspended by helium balloons – yea to the college students for being their creative selves and letting the ideas flow.
It’s my dream that we have this revolution peacefully and we commit to the opportunity to turn this economic disaster into fortune for us all. Taking responsibility for ourselves is a good idea. Having the freedom to make choices is great as long as we have the knowledge and foresight that greatness requires.
To become or follow our dreams requires a discipline of the soul this culture hardly touches upon. We are schooled by multiple choice, hardly having a chance to find our own expression.
At this moment in our history we are less likely to have a discussion with someone who doesn’t agree with us. We can choose what news comes to us, what songs we hear. What we miss is the vast area of unexplored consciousness where we might feel a little out of place, a little foolish, we might not know our way around. We’ve lost touch with the magic of the resilient edge of our resistance.
When you have feelings bottled up do you take yourself out for a walk, a scream, an art? Do you drink a stimulant, a depressant, blame someone? Expression is one of the most important keys to health. Lack of it might be the single most important root of disease.
How can we move forward to our goals and dreams, how can we change what we lovingly call “the system?” What we are fighting now was not created with love, and it was probably done in committee or in cadres. (think banks & investment firms, not Che Guevara)
The only way out is the way in. Each one of us in our own way can shape ourselves for the dream we have. We have only to be like Bloody Mary’s song in South Pacific, “You got to have a dream, if you don’t have a dream, how you gonna have a dream come true?”