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		<title>Hope in the Darkness</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 01:35:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium;">&#160;In these early days of December,  as a soft rain falls in California, I remember the first snowfall in New  England; how it blanketed the earth and muffled sound&#8212;and silence  became a spacious and holy presence. As the winters progressed, however,  and we shoveled snow and pulled soggy socks from our children&#8217;s feet,  that dark stillness often brought depression. We forgot that it held  promise, hid something deeper: new life gathering itself to be born. We  live in a dark time. Many of us have sought to help solve some of the  immense difficulties confronting us, to learn the truth of each  situation, and to grow in understanding. We&#8217;ve taken stands on countless  issues and made the best decisions we knew how. But we are beginning to  see that the kinds of solutions our cultures have to offer are blunt  instruments&#8212;and we begin to realize we need more refined means of  resolving our dilemmas.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;In these early days of December,  as a soft rain falls in California, I remember the first snowfall in New  England; how it blanketed the earth and muffled sound&mdash;and silence  became a spacious and holy presence. As the winters progressed, however,  and we shoveled snow and pulled soggy socks from our children&rsquo;s feet,  that dark stillness often brought depression. We forgot that it held  promise, hid something deeper: new life gathering itself to be born. We  live in a dark time. Many of us have sought to help solve some of the  immense difficulties confronting us, to learn the truth of each  situation, and to grow in understanding. We&rsquo;ve taken stands on countless  issues and made the best decisions we knew how. But we are beginning to  see that the kinds of solutions our cultures have to offer are blunt  instruments&mdash;and we begin to realize we need more refined means of  resolving our dilemmas.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Even  as conflicts escalate the world over, we can lend the weight of our  presence to a different kind of action. We are learning that it is  possible to integrate a more subtle form of activism with social action,  and that one can flow quite naturally out of the other. We&rsquo;re  discovering in groups of all kinds around the world that our lives are  deeply joined; that we can participate at a level of sensibility that is  <i>complementary</i> to problem solving and does not seek to make one  side right and the other wrong. Entire groups are awakening to this  truth as they dare to take the position that <i>they do not know</i> <i>the answer. </i>Instead, they choose to embrace opposing views, give focused attention to the silence, and trust. Then a common voice may arise.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">This  week, the Indigenous Peoples of the World are gathering in Fort Collins  and Carbondale, CO at the same time the UN Climate Change Conference  takes place in Copenhagen, the Parliament of World Religions in  Melbourne, and the Nobel Peace Prize is awarded President Obama in Oslo.  In any group in which you have more than a casual membership, I invite  you to set aside conversation for a short time, postpone closure in your  own mind, and listen in the silence for something new. After all, it is  that time of year, and as nature has always shown us, it is out of  darkness that light is born again. </span></p>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With blessing at this holy season, and with Love, </span></div>
<div style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anne </span></div>
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		<title>Donating Blood After 30 Years</title>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Yesterday, I gave blood for the 1<sup>st</sup> time in over 30 years, having been thrown into anaphylactic shock and sent by ambulance to Mass General Hospital emergency room in Boston after donating white cells to a very sick newborn baby in Cambridge. In those days they used a centrifuge to spin out the white cells and the remaining blood was sent back into the donor’s bloodstream. Turns out there’d been a hairline crack in the centrifuge and when the serum was returned to my body, it was filled with lethal bacteria. I vowed never again to give blood. Though they no longer use that procedure, <em>any </em></span><span>thought of<em> </em></span><span>‘doning’ terrified me. But when Michelle Obama wrote and asked for service in honor of MLK, it was the tipping point for me. And since I already belonged to an Obama group, I looked for what other options she suggested. Donating blood was one of them and by golly, I did it! Now I’ll do it routinely. Better than that, every person I later told about it has donated blood too! How about you? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Yesterday, I gave blood for the 1<sup>st</sup> time in over 30 years, having been thrown into anaphylactic shock and sent by ambulance to Mass General Hospital emergency room in Boston after donating white cells to a very sick newborn baby in Cambridge. In those days they used a centrifuge to spin out the white cells and the remaining blood was sent back into the donor’s bloodstream. Turns out there’d been a hairline crack in the centrifuge and when the serum was returned to my body, it was filled with lethal bacteria. I vowed never again to give blood. Though they no longer use that procedure, <em>any </em></span><span>thought of<em> </em></span><span>‘doning’ terrified me. But when Michelle Obama wrote and asked for service in honor of MLK, it was the tipping point for me. And since I already belonged to an Obama group, I looked for what other options she suggested. Donating blood was one of them and by golly, I did it! Now I’ll do it routinely. Better than that, every person I later told about it has donated blood too! How about you? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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