I had something else in mind to write about today.
It is September 12, 2009.
Middle Aged Woman Blogging just posted pictures and a rant that I can't disagree with.
Not unexpectedly, a bunch of folks with whom I disagree have been demonstrating, holding up signs of what I perceive as fear-driven idiocy:
September 12, 2001 I was pondering what was going to happen next. I was broken-hearted at the short-sighted rhetoric. Everyone was asking why. I was asking myself why did it take so long for it to happen: when you're the bully on the playground, someone, somewhere will want to take you down.
I was bombarded by images, even in my dreams. The world was waiting to see what we would do next. I could not find a prayer that seemed adequate to cover the grief and fear and anger.
Robin Sneed posted a powerful prayer yesterday: "Baruch Atah: How Then Should We Live." It reminded me of something.
September 12, 2001, I created this image:
Recreated from 09/12/2001. (The original was more menacing.)*
I had heard the writing as: Om Mani Padme Om, though I have seen it written otherwise.
The translation I had learned was: “As I take in the sorrows of the world, may I give out only compassion.”
It is my prayer flag for my country.
It is my prayer for our world.
I am hereby resurrecting this as my demonstration.
* The script on the flag is Tibetan. That it looks like Arabic for those of us who don't read either language made it perfect, especially for the time.