RIP Troy Davis

As I watched Democracy Now's live stream of the Troy Davis execution, I couldn't help but feel sick. It was a huge reminder of why I've been pro-life for so long and the passion I felt for this issue so many years ago. No one should have the power to say who stays and who goes.

In a place where the unborn are protected from abortion laws, shouldn't the same go for men and women who have already lived?

After the execution, I felt his spirit pass over me in peace -comforting me as he comforted millions yesterday with his words, "I can’t wait to Stand with you, no matter if that is in physical or spiritual form, I will one day be announcing, 'I AM TROY DAVIS, and I AM FREE!'" Yet I had vivid dreams of another world and in that dream, dreamt that I helped kill an innocent person. That was no dream. For all of my lifelong passion on this issue, my hands are still not clean. We are all complicit in this act. We must all continue to fight and pray. This battle isn't over.

Supple as the Wind

"Knowing love, I will allow all things to come and go, to be as supple as the wind and take everything that comes with great courage…Life is right in any case. My heart is as open as the sky."

PI Day 62 -My Christmas Love Affair

Every now and again we'll be driving quickly through Manila or a province and I will become overwhelmed by love for this country. Despite the traffic, the poverty, the disgusting smog, and the inexcusable corruption I hear in my head a constant chant, "I love this place, I love this place, I love this place."

So it seems this Christmas I have fallen in love -a love that I saw echoed in the words of Jose Rizal in "Mi Ultimo Adios:"

"My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent,

My dreams, when already a youth, full of vigor to attain,

Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Orient,

Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high plane

Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame without stain.

My life's fancy, my ardent, passionate desire,

Hail! Cries out the soul to you, that will soon part from thee;

Hail! How sweet 'tis to fall that fullness you may acquire;

To die to give you life, 'neat your skies to expire,

And in your mystic land to sleep through eternity!"

We'll see where this love affair goes.

On Freedom

"She discovered freedom is an unspoken sound, and a wall is a wall that can be broken down." -Common