Friday, October 07, 2005

A lovely essay by Cindy Sheehan about how a poem her daughter wrote pulled her out of despair after her son's death (and how her experience at Camp Casey helped her feel hope again.) Poetry and community can both be so healing; I'm so grateful that Cindy was able to tap into these resources, and not only come out stronger, but become a healer in her own right.

I helped Jodie Evans edit her introduction to Cindy's forthcoming book a couple of days ago; in it, Jodie talks so much about how Cindy is a true mother, a true nurturer, and that is what the peace movement, what our entire country, needs right now. I didn't have much of a chance to talk with Cindy in DC, but we did give each other a hug, and that hug felt like such a blessing.

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