Can We Harvest Our Generosity?
For the untrained eye, it is another beautiful winter day out there. Scattered cloudiness. Sun cutting through the forest along the edges of Walden Woods at Farrar Pond. There is a stand of pine trees eighty or ninety years old, towering straight into the air. The lower branches in a pine forest die as all energy is put into the sun catching canopy. The pine holds its dead for years, whorls of wood evenly spaced along the spine of the tree. Today, holding graceful curves of snow. Nature is the gothic on days like today. Majectic curves, towering upper reaches. We can see the entire trunk of the tree swaying in the high strong wind. Is that more cold coming our way? The globs of snow that plunged off a white oak branch on the border of Concord and Sudbury exploded on impact, visually reminding me of violence half a world away.
The civil war appears well entrenched at this juncture in Iraq. We cannot even keep a secret tribunal secret. A judge and a lawyer killed overnight. Two more car bombs today. Two Human Rights groups have filed a suit against Rumsfeld for nine cases of torture in Afghanistan and Iraq. Men who instigate, supervise, and oversee such violence should not be allowed to serve in public life. We glibly hate the terrorists in other countries, but embrace the terrorists who act on our own behalf. It is time for real moral vision. Thoughts and practices and policies that celebrate life, and the living of life. Not these hateful policies of murder.
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