I will not be at liberty to write for some time. I am not at liberty to share the details of the what and why. In many moons I will be free to talk and I will do so. Until then, I want to leave you with two things.
The first is an excerpt from a piece I wrote called The Power of the Powerless:
“Under the current ideology, we have given government access to the most intimate aspects of our lives. And sometimes the agenda of that government might be in line with our beliefs, but it could as easily express an opposite belief. The point is that if we allow government to implement policy at the level of intimate, individual decision, it can forever intrude and the harsh flashlight of the night raid could easily be blinding you next — whoever you are.”
Make no mistake, this can and does happen. And the antidote is to be Havel’s green grocer and proudly hang your truth sign in your shop window. As soon as I can, I will hang my sign.
“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free” (1).
© Jennifer S. and harvestliberty.net, 2013.
(1) poem by Wendell Berry.