War & Grief
That fateful night, as I held the cooling body of my best friend, my heart breaking and tears streaming, the primitive part of me wanted to run out and pulp the dogs with any blunt object I could find.
Then I hear her beautifull voice saying quietly “No. That is war on a microcosmic level. To have peace you have to be peace.” This statement was followed by a wave of love, and of course more tears as I knew the truth of her words.
I still fight the urge now and then, when the dogs break into one of their barking frenzies and I feel donkey-kicked in the gut, the memory still raw and vivid.
War is not the answer. It will not solve anything. It will not take away the pain. It will not bring her back. Every day I’m trying my best to honor her memory and the love we shared by being peace.
So I allow the tears to flow. I allow myself to grieve like I have never allowed myself before. Without time restraints, and silencing the voices in my head telling me to pull myself together; that I should be done with it by now, and not caring what anyone else thinks. I am aware that I am grieving also for the future moments we didn’t get to have, and the memories we never will have a chance to make.
But this I know; if we, humanity, could say no with as much integrity as Miaowser showed me, the world would become a very different place. Because there is no aggression in her boundary, an inarguable no. Centered, in focus, the unassailable truth.
There will be no war.
There can’t be, if we don’t want to fight. It can not come from screaming NOOOOOO! fuelled by anger or rage. It has to come from a No. Period.
Sure, there will be a few young people who do go, but they will do so for their own reasons, spanning from fear, via rage to tales of glory. And they will find their own way to lay down those weapons and say enough of this.