The Round Table Wrap Up
Great to hear Sweet Kim made it back safely...Dot and I were concerned...I miss you terribly...all of you.
Mari, Bily, Kim, Jesse, Fish, James, Mary Ellen, Dot and Andrew.
Before James goes blabbering on about it...yes it is true, the defiant one (your humble orator and instigator in chief) did traffic duty yesterday, greeting and sending off van-loads of protestors and visitors alike with laughs and smiles while coordinating the vehicular traffic of an ABC camera crew, two wedding parties and the near arrest of a Bush infultrator.
Strange flyers appeared on many of the tables yesterday evening...written upon them were what appeared to be testimonial statements such as:"I (name here) am in league with Osama bin Laden and am a member of Al Quaida."
Yeah...right! In their sick little Neocon dreams...
This is what the WAY FAR right thinks we believe. Neocon operatives did manage to distribute their ridiculous propaganda, but we quickly disposed of the materials we could find.
Dot and I reluctantly packed our gear as person after person kept coming by our table with best wishes and hugs for all...even Whitney had great big hugs for both me and Dot and a message for all of us..."Y'all are so cool. Thank you for all of your help." Many tears were cried and you all have GREAT BIG HUGS coming to you in D.C. from many admirers and those who participated in our Round Table discussions. (wink wink...nudge nudge...say no MORE!)
Lokken was so exhausted from her two weeks of activism, she fell asleep sitting up in the car on the way to Crawford from Camp Casey II!
Dot and I stopped by the Peace House to drop off the phone and grab some water for the road, and as we looked around the little tent, we saw two seats were available at the front table. We sat and had a smoke and drank a couple of bottles of water, reminiscing about all of the wonderful and historic moments we have all shared and had been blessed to bear witness to...and then it dawned on me...
Dot and I realized we were sitting in the exact spot we were the night we met in Crawford. As Dot and I sat in that very spot on that fateful Friday night, Mari, Bily and Kim came literally walking into our lives. As we then caravaned out to Camp Casey II and met Fish, Jesse, Mary Ellen and Andrew and then later James...as we discussed last night, we could not feel more blessed in getting to know you all.
The mystery and beauty of why seemingly random things happen for a reason...and we are so grateful for all of the 'happy accidents' and incidents that have brought us all together forming bonds of friendship, hope and love between all of us who support this great and noble cause.
Though Casey Sheehan died for greed, the current administration's lust for natural resources and strategic geographical location we who have witnessed the awakening of America can say with proud voices and conviction that for us...Casey Sheehan's life and death have profound nobility and meaning.
He and his mother Cindy have brought us all together in forging a new American Family...our family...our family of passionate, genuine, talented, generous, like-minded, vastly individual, caring people who will continue to reach out and fight for that which we all hold so dear...
The restoration of our beloved America and Her people and in reaching out to all of humanity to bring the world a just and lasting peace.
With the deepest love, admiration and respect I salute the Round Table Warriors for Peace and all who have participated in the beginning of this great movement of conscience whether in body or in spirit or both.
Cindy is the Dreamer...it is now up to all of us to make that dream a reality for all.
Namaste to all of my Brethren...I bow to your inner light.
Peace.
Ian
3 Comments:
wow, that's my comment for now. :)
3:39 PM
I'm speechless. You said it all, Ian. Damn, are you good at expressing yourself. Thanks for sharing!
Dit-Dot here.
After 22 days at Camp Casey, it was difficult to pack up and head back home Sunday evening. However, I left knowing that Phase I of this journey has been completed and that my life will NEVER be the same.
I am thankful for this life-altering adventure. I found myself surrounded by such beauty each and every day. Something I never, ever imagined to find in Crawford, Texas, of all places. I realized that it's not necessary to travel far in search of hope, love, compassion, beauty, faith, etc. It was right in my own backyard. Wow!
While leaving the Crawford area Sunday evening, I stopped to get gas at the local station @ Hwy. 185 and Hwy 6. I made an effort at all times to frequent local businesses and put the little money I had into the Crawford community. To my surprise, I never had a negative experience with the locals. Anyways, when I stopped to get gas, a white pick-up truck almost broadsided me while pulling into the station. My first thought, "Damn local, he saw the writing on my windows". I couldn't have been more wrong. While pumping gas, this young man in his mid-20's came over to me, shook my hand and said "I just want to say thank you for what y'all are doing ... ". Wow, just one more beautiful moment to tuck away before ending this phase of my journey in search of peace, love and understanding.
Monday, my son, Zach (17) used my so far unwashed Mini to drive my daughter, Samantha (13) to her tennis lessons. I was so grateful that he was willing to do this 'cause I was pretty incoherent until Monday evening. When Zach got back home, he asked me if people honk their horns at me 'cause of the writing on the car windows. I told him I yearn for friendly honks every time I get behind the wheel, but that it doesn't happen as often as I would like. Zach said he got 4 "friendly" honks during his short 20-mile journey around this very red conservative town of ours. Be still my beating heart, our message is resonating far and wide.
Guys, look what we have done. Change is happening around the world because we came together and stood our ground.
Each and everyone of you are amazing and very special individuals for which I will always be thankful for your having touched my heart and soul. You have forever changed me.
Love you all so very much and miss you all the more. To 3D-C!
"Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course." [Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings]
Dit-Dot
9:02 AM
"In August of '05 ... we've got Cindy's back".
Here come the tears, AGAIN. I'm listening to Jesse's amazing "anthem" for Cindy for the second time today.
Yesterday, during my incoherent state, I woke up for about 30 minutes, listened to "Sons and Daughters" and fell back asleep feeling connected to my Camp Casey Round Table Warriors for Peace.
I'm still moved by the amount of talent that was present at our Round Table. Music heals my soul and touches my heart in amazing ways. You all proved that to be true once again. It's been too long since I actually sat down and enjoyed what I love most ... bonding with friends over music, tears and laughter, while sipping on an iced-cold Tecate or two or three or ... with the full moon and star-studded sky above ... whoever needs champagne, caviar and diamonds to find happiness is really a lost soul. Glad I'm not one of them.
Love like death changes everything ... to our next Round Table gathering,
Dit-Dot.
9:34 AM
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