Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Oh yeah....and World Peace

(Jerusalem)
I've been reading this book called The Faith Club: A Muslim, A Christian, A Jew--Three Women Search for Understanding. This book really stands out to me. It is about interfaith dialogue between the three Abrahamic faiths, which is what I'm passionate about and what I want to dedicate my career, future, and life towards. As I've read through it, I have definitely learned a lot about interfaith dialogue on a personal level. It has also confirmed within me that this is what I care about, what my heart beats for.

One section I read tonight really stood out to me because the woman is writing words that my heart speaks. I read it aloud to my mom and her response was simply, "That's exactly your heart." The woman writing this section is the Jewish woman and she is reflecting on her changing views on Israel and also about her love for the Holy Land.

"I'd like to imagine [Israel as] a land of milk and honey, a place where Christians, Jews, and Muslims live together in that one little sliver of holy land in peace, where Jerusalem is the holy city for all faiths. Where saplings are planted and ancient olive trees revered. Where children of all religions and backgrounds believe they have a future. Many people would call me a dreamer. But I don't want to live my life any other way. If I weren't an optimist, I would never have entered into [this interfaith dialogue and relationship]. So many other people would have seen the obstacles to real dialogue and stopped talking. But I need to live in a world where I believe good will prevail over evil, where people will eventually, somehow, put down their arms, and say 'Enough.'

I've read enough now to understand how deeply and tragically conflicts evolved between the Jews and the Arabs over time. But I need to have a dream, to believe that place can exist again. Imperfectly and improbably. And I believe that being a dreamer might in fact take more courage than being a cynic.

There is ultimately no way for me to escape talking honestly about Israel. Hadn't I learned, after all, to see the good alongside the bad, the bitter with the sweet? Could I hear people talk about how beautiful the land of Israel is without pointing out how difficult life is in the Palestinian refugee camps? I will speak out when the time is right, I've decided. I no longer have a choice."
(Birzeit, Israel--olive trees)
(Deheisheh Refugee camp--the largest Palestinian refugee camp in Bethlehem)

I cannot adequately describe how beautiful this quote from Priscilla Warner is to me, how well it puts words to my deepest convictions and passions. I almost cried after reading this because this really is my heart speaking out. I really do dream about peace in Jerusalem even though many say it is impossible. Whether or not it is probable is not what matters to me. What matters is doing everything we can to try for understanding, justice, and peace. If one person's life can be made better, then it is worth it. I have to speak up about Israel in full honesty, honesty that understands this issue politically, religiously, and culturally, honesty that seeks unification not further division, honesty that is willing to work hard for a peace that some would call just a dream.

You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Deceptions of Reflections


I decided to post a poem on here that I wrote almost 3 years ago now. This is actually an incredibly personal poem that I wrote when I was really struggling.

The Deceptions of Reflections
The armor is on
Swords are drawn
Yet another battle is about to begin
I lead the army onward
The battleground draws near and my sword
Is ready to kill
Again
The enemy grows weaker
Our last battle really hurt her
Her defense is nearly gone
We will conquer!
Alright Army, CHARGE!
The process is almost complete
Her mind is ready to yield to us
Tell her she's fat
Make her feel ugly
Convince her she's worthless
Force her to put her fork down
Again
and Again
Just like last time
Ignore her tears
Don't heed her pleas
Never let up!
We must continue to bombard her thoughts
Day
and Night
Constantly
Wait!
What is she doing?
Oh no! She's stronger than we thought
Tell her to put the mirror down
Do it before she breaks...
CRASH!!
...it.
Is that a smile on her face?
(7/20/06)

If you've ever had low self-esteem that turned into an eating disorder (or dangerously close to one), then you can probably relate to this poem. If you haven't, then I hope this will show you what the mindset of someone struggling with anorexia can be like. Anorexia (or any eating disorder) occurs in the mind not body, and I did my best to capture how real the battle which takes place in the mind really is. Also once it has poisoned your mind, it never fully goes away. When I wrote this I was struggling with it (though never too serious or extreme), and since then I have found myself struggling again with it, although to a lesser degree. Now I find myself struggling the most when I am depressed. (I'm good now. No worries.) Anyway, this is probably my favorite poem that I have written. It is personal, and the ending means the most to me. At the time I wrote the ending not out of truth but out of hope. It was a plea that I would find the same strength and finally overcome.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Hendrix and Misty

About 3 weeks ago, my family picked up these 2 rescue English Cocker Spaniels to foster until the ECSA (English Cocker Spaniel Association) Rescue can find good homes for them. Their breeder had over 30 dogs, so the ECSA came in and took them all. These dogs had no human interaction, so we are working on socializing them.

(Hendrix is on the left and Misty is on the right.)

When we first got them, Hendrix had crazy/terrified eyes and wouldn't let any of us get anywhere near him. Misty was scared too and looked mostly to Hendrix for what to do. After spending a lot of time with these dogs, they now come in the house and love laying on the couch. They don't have crazy eyes. They love being petted; their whole bodies wiggle around when we get near them. They love giving kissies. They didn't even eat or drink anything the first 2 1/2 days, and now they will take food out of our hands. Basically, they have made so much improvement in the last 3 weeks that it is unbelievable. I'm so proud of them!! They still have a way to go but the fact that we've already gained some of their trust is incredible.

It's going to be really hard when we have to give them away because these 2 have wiggled their way into both mine and my mom's hearts.