Monday, October 08, 2007

Specific Suggestion: General Strike. Give Peace A Chance John Lennon - Give Peace A Chance copyright © 2007 Betsy L. Angert. In Iraq, the war is waged. Bombs and bullet soar overhead. Often a missile lands, a mine explodes, and people perish. Daily life in the Persian Gulf life is perilous. I claim to care, and in actuality, I do, deeply. However, a casual observer would never know. I live well with the knowledge that those in Iraq die daily in heart, mind, body, and soul. The contrast between the quality of my life and the life of those in the Middle East haunts me. There must be some action I can take, a movement that makes a difference. I do what I think reasonable. I protest. I stand on corners and advocate peace. Nonviolent marches are amongst my missions. I publish tomes. The topic is end hostilities, live in harmony. I plead to members of Congress, "Cut the funds." Stop the war. Bring the troops home. Let the Iraqi people create tranquility in a manner best for them. Yet, as I protest, I ponder. Perhaps, much to my distress, I remain ineffective. My life choices reflect an active apathy. I must consider what I accept in my daily existence. Each day I awake. The sun shines on my face. A gentle breeze blows through my window and across the bed sheets. I look around and see the luxury that is my life. As an American, I am not affluent. I am not even average. My income perhaps, is paltry. Yet, life is good . . . here in the States. In the early morn, in the calm of my home, I begin my day. I disrobe. I place my pajamas in the hamper, or immediately put them in the washing machine. I press a button and...
The Only Barrier to Communication; My Emotions and Me copyright © 2007 Betsy L. Angert We each experience many obstructions everyday of our lives. There are physical fences we cannot or will not climb. A roadblock might impede our progress on the thoroughfare. Distance does us in. Many do not wish to venture beyond familiar neighborhoods. Proximity can limit our travel. Time is an interesting concept. Although, man created seconds, minutes, hours, and days, few of us seem able to separate ourselves from this obstacle. As difficult as it might be to ford the river or sea, nothing compares with the challenge we feel when we know there is a need discuss subjects that cause us to feel defensive. Delicate topics are taboo too. Conversations of all sorts are difficult. Personal or professional, what we say aloud and what we do not can cause palms to sweat, hands to clam, pulses to race, and a person to pace. The heart is easily torn to pieces. The head hurts at the thought of what might be a threat. Communication can cleave, or calm; it can be the greatest bridge or the barrier that destroys a connection. As I approach a theme that is ubiquitous, I realize Communication is the least understood construct in our lives. I could attempt to discuss what we do easily and yet struggle with from a singular perspective, that of an educator, a parent, a sibling, an employee, or a supervisor; however, I fear what I frequently experience. If I endeavor to illustrate what occurs when, or how, from a particular perspective people will do what they typically do; they will isolate an incident, and intentionally or not ignore the essence of this discussion, emotions. As I approach a theme that is ubiquitous, I realize Communication is the least understood construct in our lives. I could...

A being that believes . . . "thinking is the best way to travel!" [Mike Pinder, Moody Blues]

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