reaching out

yes, the warriors been dormant too long. her nature almost lost.
i have forgotten what it feels like to really burn. burn in the fires of passion and rage. rage can be destructive but it can be such a cleansing energy. clearing away the debris and making space for the new. if i dont rage at what really matters things accumulate within, slowing me down - making me heavy and dense.
i dont want to merely blow off steam but stand strong and express the things i feel strongly about.


there are some spaces i just cannot imagine. i can imagine killing to save my family or to save another life. i can imagine the inner space of a person who kills the perpetrator of a crime because justice has been denied her. what if someone murdered your child after torturing him horribly for days? what if he didnt repent and you felt he would do it again. would you kill? would you risk going to prison or facing the death penalty for that?
playing god some would say or an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. me, in principle i believe in reconstructive justice. that every criminal needs the chance to change. but if it were my child  - what would i do?
and if i did nothing except pray to god how would i live the rest of my life?
yes, the warrior is figuring out her beliefs about life and death and who decides.

the owl is wondering what kind of intense emotion it would take to pick up a gun and kill kids in a school, people on the streets, in a cafe. i have trouble entering that space. i cant imagine what feelings lead to such hopeless killing. it must be so tormented. how long does it take for such a painful emotion to ferment into a killing rage. and where are all the people gone who would take notice of that lone persons anguish? are they also in pain?

i, myself do believe that our world would be better without guns in it. but more than that i believe it would be better if we stopped and asked each other - including the sad stranger on the seat next to me on the bus if they were ok. often i see people in pain - their furrowed faces, tense eyes and mouth and crumpled bodies - i find myself wanting to reach out but stop myself. i feel i would be intruding on their private space. maybe they would appreciate some kindness from a stranger?

the warrior is also thinking of what courage it would take to simply reach out to the next sad stranger.