Thoughts on Occupying

“…if you want to feel alive then learn to love your ground” – Mumford and Son’s

I get emotional when I hear the words above sung.  I think to myself, what does it mean to love my ground?  The song line makes sense to me but it’s like it makes sense at a level where words become almost in-effective in describing it.  None-the-less I relate to the lyric and I think my attempts to understand it are good for me.

Today I can’t help but relate those words to what I see, from the warmth and comfort of my perch, happening around the United States.  Occupy.  Occupy.  Occupy.  Tear gas, rubber bullets, fakers, posers, militants, authoritarians…it’s almost like with all the “action” it’s easy to get distracted from the truth.

What is the truth?  Ha!  What is it for you?

For me it is that all the beauty and freedom and technological and social advances, all the compassion, all the work, all the caring, all the selflessness, all the love, all the commitment that Americans demonstrate and have demonstrated does not justify the brutality of the world we live in today.