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Vintage Auto at Eleventh Street Ride

Last week I joined thousands of other bloggers in writing about the power of “we”. This is the third year I have participated in this project, but this was the first year in which I sampled various blogs of my fellow participants. My only criteria was the language needed to be in English, although I did try a few in Spanish.

I read about a maritime preacher in Canada whose community work included renovation of a down-trodden, crime-infested area with no hope to one of bright new beginnings, a Hungarian who started a ‘fix my street’ website in Budapest, a New Zealander who bought a white chocalate-raspberry bar sold as a fund-raiser and turned it into a home-made ice-cream, a group of children in Thailand whose teacher thought it would be a good project for them to write a blog–amazing political commentary amongst some of them, the only clue to their age being their creative spelling (decent instead of descent), and a journalist in Lebanon who was near the recent car-bombing in central Beirut and answered the call for blood donation—the hospitals were packed full of potential donors, so many that they turned away hundreds.

Globalization is something that we might decry as taking away from our sense of home and things that are special to us, but in the end all of us are the same, with hopes and dreams and fears.


the Power of We

woven Indian basket

Each year, bloggers from around the world engage in writing about a certain topic. This year’s topic is ‘we’. I thought a long time about this topic and was not quite sure how to proceed.

Sometimes simpler is better. And so here are my thoughts.

Many hands make light work.

Dare to be different.

Where is the middle ground in all of this?

None of us is so different from persons surrounding us that we are so unique. From body parts to thoughts and worries about assorted issues.

Perhaps the best approach is to carefully consider all the ramifications of a decision and act accordingly–realizing that it may not be the most popular or politically ‘correct’ view point–but trusting in that inner voice that sets our internal barometers for what is right.

The basket in this photo took many hours to construct, from gathering of the raw materials to learning the technique from skilled basket makers, to sitting down and weaving that basket together.