Tuesday, October 19, 2010
My petition, lest we forget..please read and keep signing, merci!
Today's theme is thought-power!
but all the same, it's a beautiful, suddenly bright, but cold autumnal morning. I need more sleep, but my cats felt otherwise.
My grandmother's in the hospital, waiting, sleeping, while we, most of the rest of her family, cling, way too hard, painfully. When I go to the hospital, I watch her sleep and breathe and listen to the i.v drip,and take pictures of the beautiful sunset, and my grandmother too, usually asleep.
Things will get better, I know it. Today she ate..for the first time in 5 days. Pasta.
Thoughts hold strength!
The Dalai Lama's coming Friday, but at 2 in the afternoon. Who can go? Most people are working at 2 in the afternoon on a Friday, as I am. All the same, just knowing that he'll be in my city is a peaceful and good feeling!
In other news, I watched a girl, who couldn't have been older than 17, 18, the oldest, try to get away from a guy who seemed to be her pimp. It was awful. It was right on the bus, in front of everyone. Fuck, it's hard to tell though, about people and their shit. I mean the girl was wearing skin-tight leggings, but so do most girls, it seems. But still, the way that fuck talked to her and the way she came to the front of the bus to get away from him. At first I thought something good might come of it, but then the pimp...pimple? both are gross, followed her, and she looked small, scared, to me anyway, her body-language showed she wanted nothing to do with him. He started swearing at her and said shit about she had to go to work. She held her position, which was slightly turned away from him,while he towered over her. He continued threatening/guilting her. He told her she was selfish and only cared about herself and he "would take care of this one, this time." I felt hopeful for just a fleeting moment.
I thought maybe she'd have resolve and wouldn't go with him. Then some filthy old, dirty man got off and as he walked off, he ogled the girl like she was his possession. It was sickening.
When the pimple got off though, the girl meekly followed, and remained behind him the whole time, as they crossed the street.
I know thoughts carry power, so my thought is that that girl stays safe and finds strength to leave that situation. Whoever else comes across this, please take a second to focus your intention on this girl and anyone else who needs help escaping. If you can't lend your hand or voice, lend your thoughts.
I considered speaking up, as I often do, but I knew this situation was different. I knew it wasn't safe and I have to protect myself.
Focus on love