It has been just over two months since I joined the Occupy Movement
(while telling myself that I really wasn’t - just in case the FBI
could read my thoughts) and I am heeding my friends’ encouragement to
write about my experiences.
The awesome thing about this
movement happening at this time is just how easy it is for almost anyone
who has been involved to write about it. Future historians and
sociologists and the like will have orgasms over the treasure-trove of
material we are all leaving behind.
I recognize that I am one of many,
many voices. Each of us is like one note in one chord in one measure of one
line on one page of an epic concerto. Could the composition be whole
without that one note? Sure. But let enough of us go missing and the
composition becomes something different from what it is with us all
present. So I add my one note and send it into the cacophony that
becomes - whatever it becomes.
This blog is about asking why - unabashedly, without reservation - and imagining new answers to that question. Must things be as they are? What other ways might our communities imagine for addressing the distressing realities that have inspired so many people from so many different parts of the world to rise up and actually do something? What responses are developing, coming from the collective wisdom of the mastermind that has gone dormant for far too long?
I love surprises!
