Food for thought

In my book this is a must read post over at Cara Ellison.

“Imagine being from a country where 2,230,000 people are buried in the ground upon which you walk every day, a place such as Belarus. Rotting layers of soldiers, twelve deep, for miles and miles, nourishing the roots of your grandmother’s apple tree.”

One of the most interesting classes I took in college was the “anthropology of war”. We live in a blessed nation, we exist in the world parallel to where “starvation, massacre, rape, 9-year old boys with Kalashnikovs is just an average day in the hood.”

Its a sobering thought. I am the type who wants to bury my head in the sand. I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to see it. For years BJay has been preaching about how oil is going to get too expensive to drill and refine and our gas economy is going to come to a grinding halt. He gets an odd thrill out of the news that automakers can’t sell SUVs and Chevy trucks are being dethroned as the best selling automobile in this country. BJay has been saying for years that people are going to have to start growing their own food. You know what that says to me? My kids are going to have to go without food. I was pregnant with Asher when 9/11 happened. I was home by myself and I got down on the floor and cried my eyes out. I was just so devastated for my baby, this was the world he was coming in to. Well the shock wore off and I’ve had 3 more children and this is the world they are living in now. The sobering part is that this has been the norm pretty much since the beginning. There will always be something that threatens to destroy our peace. Wars, plagues, civil unrest, food shortages… that’s just another day as a human on this planet. We just keep driving on, against the horrifying tide because somehow in the middle of it all… life is still beautiful. Especially here.