Susan chandel's Blog – March 2009 Archive (8)

The mixture of menthol and wintergreen barely masked the faint smell of mold that emitted from the grouting between the cream colored tiles of the steam room. I did like the minty smell and the way last night's party flowed out of my open pores. I probably would not be sitting there except that I was laid up with a broken ankle from trying to skate over the threshold of my bedroom. A film making pal from MIT filmed it …(should… Continue

An event for world peace needs to be international in scope, A serious call for the end to war, hopeful, spirited and non violent.

Things that come to mind:



It should be overall a hopeful event with some acknowledgement of the losses due to war. Solidarity and a global scope is very important. We are making a unified cry for peace.



COLOR and Solidarity:

Some of the things I envision is a string of flags designed by ordinary people every where expressing their… Continue

You probably saw this but I thought I would put it in my blog any way:

" Our Shame





Cindy Sheehan



March 20, 2009





I remember sitting in my living room, six years ago, watching the

"Leader of the Free World" announcing that the United States military

had just embarked in "shock and awe" against the country of Iraq.



The images made me physically ill, as they had 12 years before when the

criminal's criminal father was… Continue

Often when I speak with Palestinians they speak of the right of return and the native American culture in a sort of solidarity. I can only speak from where I have been. Lately I have attended many lectures on refugees and the right of return, I also went to a ceremony lead by a Nigerian medicine man. I have been invited to a dinner on what it is to be privileged . I said that I do not feel privileged. But of course that is a matter of situation things… Continue

In another lifetime,

we were subversive anchorites.

The women and children

hid in the back of the cave,

where they learned to sing

their own songs.





You smuggled the grains and fruit

under your robes.

Like a magician,

I made sure that the politicians

turned a blind eye.



Together we made costumes

and during the festivals

when no one was looking we

built a road… Continue

For Mofle-

“…the ones whose homes were destroyed

who were stranded under the sky.”





Fresh spring snow

Cream of wheat





Warm coffee,

hot chocolate

white dollops of fluff on top

brown speckles seeping through.



I did not see

the ones whose homes were destroyed

who were stranded under the sky.



I did not want to see it .

I did not want anyone to see it.





The maple syrup pools

in the… Continue

June 1974



Perched on the royal blue aluminum framed Jantzen pack, I leaned my back against the sign post on the sweltering gravel of an Oregon afternoon. I remember the jumble of logs and the waterfall across the two lane highway. Things had gotten a little crazy leaving Seattle. My penchant for comic book heroines had gotten the best of me when I sized up the stumpy middle-aged business man who was looking for a mistress to hire for the… Continue

After some discussion on culture clashes and some sketching, I decided to write this blog entry on boxes, classifications, various biases, acceptance and non acceptance. I believe that we all need to be more tolerant in general if we hope to have peace in the world. On that rich note I offer some of my experience.

In my travels, I have learned it is wise to assume nothing and keep an open mind. Actually I may have been born that way. I think this… Continue