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August 13, 2012


About 25 years ago I had the great fortune to receive Rolf massage from a body worker who had started out as a social activist. She said she had concluded that working on people was a more effective way to create real change.

Kia ora Beth,
Your words sum up so much of what I felt on my recent trip back to America. Not just from the right either. Just a sense of veryone talking and no one listening wrapped around a feeling of ungenerousity. I am more and more surrounding myself with those I feel live what is in their hearts and actions rather than words. It ain't always easy. Kia kaha e hoa.

Oh, Beth, this eloquent representation of how it is now demands a considered and thus carefully balanced response and I'm surrounded by kids who want me to share their tea party down behind the sofa! And this is what I must do because it's at those times and in those small spaces that whatever transformation I might still be undergoing will take place. But before I do I must simply declare how powerfully I share your conviction that it's in small-scale change that our active attention must be centred. 'Act locally. think globally', as Satish Kumar says. I'd add only that the fact that this perspective is shared by so many who were politically engaged in the '60s and '70s and that this continuing commitment to change into age against the conventional wisdom of weary disillusionment is in itself heartening.

What a relief to read your post. When I was younger (19-35, say), I'd argue about politics and the future--passionately, often verging into anger. Lately, I just can't find that energy--or maybe I'm devoting it to settings where my energy will be well-used. I had been worried about my lack of interest in the current campaign. Of course I will vote. The choice of Supreme Court Justices is too important. But your post made me feel infinitely better about my weariness with politics down here in the U.S. Thank you for that.

Yes, to all of this. And what Dick said. Yes

Thank you so much for this. It has really made me think, over the last few days.

And there was a funny phrase in the film Annie Hall, which I re-watched recently: "a left-wing bigot."

Thanks.Coincidently I had come across the late tormented writer David Foster Wallace's address to the students of Kenyon College from 2005.Wallace three years later committed suicide and to me the address gives hints of his struggles.The point is Wallace trys to lay out how we should live our lives in "the day to day trenches of adult life" in those trenches there are no atheists.There is no such thing as not worshipping.."everyboby worships.The only choice we get is what to worship" Some of your post to me resonates with Wallace.Good stuff

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