ANWR?????????????

Well, they did it. ANWR is open. I know this because I've got my homepage set to Will Pitt's FYI, a tremendous blog community that beats the otherwise highly recommended www.democracynow.org in that the folks who post comments to his blog offer ways out of the darkness. One great website I found this evening is www.buyblue.org. Yep!!! Turn your dollars into hollers, folks!!! We need to scream and cry, we need to stand on corners for 27 hours on the anniversary, like I'm gonna do with my Women in Black homies. If you are in Prescott, come join us this Friday through Saturday. Don't let anyone say that the peace movement is dead. Don't let anyone say that progressivism is defeated. All of my love to all of you, Erica.

Magicians among Us.

Sometimes when I'm surrounded by children, I think to myself, look at all these mini-sorcerers running around here. What powerful little packages they are.

I believe that we were made in God's image, that of the creator. Those little kids are all alike now, pretty much through the age of 20, but by the time they hit 30, they'll be distinct from one another. Some will dream drug addiction, some Fortune 500 success. Some dreams will be as mainstream as husband and 2.4, and some as wild as Brian Gianelli, whose birthday it is today, forever riding the wave of 'what next'?

I think of Margaret Mead's famous quote, "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed individuals can change the world. In fact, it's the only thing that ever has," and realize for the first time that she's talking about a bunch of focused Creators changing the dream of the planet. Human beings with focused intent are more powerful than the dreaming masses (that's me and you buddy- when we aren't being intentional).

The irony that occurs to me this morning is that being made in the image of God is pretty much being told from the get go that we are practicers of magic- "the art of changing consciousness at will" (according to Dion Fortune via Starhawk).

Have a happy Brian Birthday. Weedwack flour bags, scream epithets at hippies. unicycle on steep mountain roads, build giant bloody feet out of snow. Be half the magician that he was, and you'll be incandescent.