A Creative Spark of PEACE!
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What a week it’s been; it is waning, thank the G-ds, old and new. The mass-murder in Syria is hard to stomach. We fight and die for the power oil promises but are long in reaction for rescue for blood. I don’t remember the US sending troops to Darfur, no, but Libya, yes. Yes, yes, I understand Iran and the threat of WW3 if we respond to this wholesale carnage, but it still makes my heart sad. My mitochondrial birthplace of my mother’s mother, some thousands of years ago (long after Doggerland 13,000 years ago, that is), is Aleppo, Syria. We still have strong ties there and in Lebanon, Morocco, Iraq and Israel. Sure, look at my picture, you will find a light skinned person, with fair undertones and Scandinavian features, yes, it’s true. Have you looked at the news lately? Lots of Arabs are fair with green eyes, olive to the eye, with dark or reddish hair, like my exotic mother had. It is also true that I am—try to say this in one breath—a Norse Saami Jewish Arab Rromany, with a splash of everything in between. Daughter of All Nations is meant to be literal, the moniker on my main website. If I can survive within my own skin, as wrinkled, splotched and saggy as it is, the world could at least try to co-exist. We face an unsure future, as always, but, this time, we are called to action. We must find a tiny glimmer of light and hope from within to get through this unfolding drama in the Middle East. The ancient Huna chant for healing is appropriate today: I LOVE YOU, I AM SORRY. It is amazing the power of collective positivity! Shalom, Salam, Peace, please. Seriously, do you have something more important to do tonight other than starting a creative spark of PEACE? It takes seconds to light a candle—try it. Love is the law; pass it around—what could it hurt?
What a week it’s been; it is waning, thank the G-ds, old and new. The mass-murder in Syria is hard to stomach. We fight and die for the power oil promises but are long in reaction for rescue for blood. I don’t remember the US sending troops to Darfur, no, but Libya, yes. Yes, yes, I understand Iran and the threat of WW3 if we respond to this wholesale carnage, but it still makes my heart sad. My mitochondrial birthplace of my mother’s mother, some thousands of years ago (long after Doggerland 13,000 years ago, that is), is Aleppo, Syria. We still have strong ties there and in Lebanon, Morocco, Iraq and Israel. Sure, look at my picture, you will find a light skinned person, with fair undertones and Scandinavian features, yes, it’s true. Have you looked at the news lately? Lots of Arabs are fair with green eyes, olive to the eye, with dark or reddish hair, like my exotic mother had. It is also true that I am—try to say this in one breath—a Norse Saami Jewish Arab Rromany, with a splash of everything in between. Daughter of All Nations is meant to be literal, the moniker on my main website. If I can survive within my own skin, as wrinkled, splotched and saggy as it is, the world could at least try to co-exist. We face an unsure future, as always, but, this time, we are called to action. We must find a tiny glimmer of light and hope from within to get through this unfolding drama in the Middle East. The ancient Huna chant for healing is appropriate today: I LOVE YOU, I AM SORRY. It is amazing the power of collective positivity! Shalom, Salam, Peace, please. Seriously, do you have something more important to do tonight other than starting a creative spark of PEACE? It takes seconds to light a candle—try it. Love is the law; pass it around—what could it hurt?
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