Sunday, January 29, 2012

Little Red Riding Hood

Lost in the woods, all alone and cold, scared and wondering why.  Why did I make that wrong turn.  Why did I have to go looking for something that wasn't there.  Why am I even wondering why.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


And then there was the suggestion that meetings on Saturday be held earlier in the afternoon to accommodate some people who can't be out in the cold and dark of night this time of year.  I have heard lots of people express this concern.  All of a sudden there is an issue with the Jewish occupiers and the sabbath.  Why was this not a issue in the park back in Sept when it didn't get dark until 9:30 or ten at night.  I don't think it is much to ask to have one afternoon meeting in the week.  Ok, maybe Sunday then, oh no, no more meetings on Sunday. 

Friday, January 20, 2012

Eff you spellcheck

It wasn't so much an epiphany but more like giving birth to a nine pound stillborn emotibaby because it took me nine months to come to terms with the situation.  Peaceful acceptance and forgiveness are still on opposite sides of the Grand Canyon but at least the donkeys are packed.   I really didn't know how long it was going to take and I was beginning to wonder if it would ever change.  Life is change.  And I came up with a new word in my head too.  Emotibaby, an emotibaby is a whole bunch of emotions all wrapped up in a bundle.  Do with that what you will.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Ode to the Young

I curse you, 56 year old body
You betray me daily
Piles of pills
Herbs and supplements
Why did I not rebel
When I was young
It would have been so much easier

Sunday, January 15, 2012

And so on....

So, late last night in a very cold park after a lot of people left, the GA passed a proposal that freezes all the money in Accounting for WGs...   Really?  Because y'all didn't monitor a couple of posers that stole money from the movement, now we all suffer?  Our working group never abused the system.  We were doing good things and only went to OWS for help when our donations of yarn dried up after the eviction.  We just want to keep working and representing the movement with a peaceful and welcoming face. 

Thursday, January 12, 2012

All over again

Well the barricades are down but the tomfoolery continues.  I went down to the park Wednesday  with my cart full of knitting supplies and my chair ready to resume my activities in the park and I was told that there is a rule against chairs in the park.  Are you kidding me?  This has been settled.  The lawyers told me there is no such rule.  Well the "green shirts" persisted and after over an hour of talking and nagging, they finally convinced the police to try to get me to move out of the park.  What a scene.  There were occupiers, press, security and cops all over me. Me who was just sitting there knitting and teaching a young lady how to make an i-cord.  No one was able to show me the "rule" but under threat of being arrested for "trespassing"  I moved my chair a whole 12 feet onto the sidewalk and out of the "public" park.   I found this video on twitter this morning.  I hope there will be clarification on this matter very soon.  When I go downtown with my cart and chair, it takes me about an hour to get there because I have to find the very few subway stations that have elevators and then walk much longer to get to where I want to go.   Once again the lawyers have been called, waiting to see what happens now.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

When life bites you in the ass

Life can take some strange turns.  I never thought that I would become an activist at the age of 56.  I found a simple place in the movement, sitting in the park and knitting.  Knitting things for the occupants of the park and talking to people that would pass by.  It was simple and peaceful.  Then all hell broke loose when the "powers that be" (at least for the moment) decided they didn't like what we were doing.  Now my park is gone and things have changed.  Now, for reasons that I don't really understand, people are looking to me to be in charge, to handle things, to lead.  That's not really what I signed up for.  I just want to sit and knit and chat. Simple.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

A New Year, here it comes

Sometimes I wish I was still asleep.  Asleep in the sense that now I know what is going on in my country and in the world right now.  It is so disheartening to see what we have become.  Things started out in a way I admired, so peaceful, so welcoming.  Now, through what I suspect are infiltrators, all I see and hear is hate speech and anger.  What happened to the people who were so nice in the park?  What happened to my peaceful and nonviolent movement?  I want it back!