The Season of Non-Violence, Day 62

Day 62 – COMMITMENT (April 1)

Spend five minutes reflecting on your commitment to non- violence. Write down what it means to you and what you are willing to do as a consequence of your commitment to it. Make your commitment public by sharing it with at least 2 people.

I feel that nonviolence means not hurting people.  In anyway.  Everything from harsh words to a loved one spoken in anger to genocide and nuclear war.  And I am willing to do everything I can.

Sometimes this is really, really hard.  It will never be an easy path to follow.  And it takes courage and faith to even try.  Deep in my heart I know that it is worth it.

I am willing to share this publicly, right here, with my family, friends, associates and the endless unknown people with internet access.  I post links to all these posts on my personal Facebook page.

I have two primary reasons for my commitment to nonviolence.  Jesus and my dad.  A yearning for a world at peace and filled with love and kindness runs deep in my blood.  Maybe I was born this way, maybe I learned it at my mother’s breast, maybe I absorbed it from being an infant in a snugly at peace marches.  Maybe I learned it from the Bible and biographies of people who gave everything towards this goal.  I don’t know.  I do know that as long as I can remember this has been a call in my soul.  I know that words are my best tool and so I will keep right on writing for this reason.  I cannot change the world alone but I can change myself and like a pebble in the pond hope my ripples will spread.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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