Throwing Caution to the Wind

I know it's been awhile since I've posted on this blog. I've even set up another blog. Which means I now have two blogs, two user names, two email addresses and 2 passwords, but no computer. Need I mention that this is all very confusing to me?

The computer thing is going on way too long. Occasionally I check emails on my Dad's computer. I've been afraid to blog because I have blamed the demise of my old computer on something coming in through the comment section. True or not? I don't know. Son of Sweetie has offered to help me make the decision to repair or replace the computer. Trouble is Son of Sweetie has a lot on his plate right now so I'm not rushing him.

I decided to post tonight for two reasons. I left some comments on some of my favorite blogs  not realizing the new blog name would come up. Who's going to know that "Poetry & Hums" is actually Merry ME? Well, if you are wondering it really is me. I haven't decided if I'm going to start a whole new blog or just change the name. I'm also not sure if I can combine the two. But it seems if I did that I would be defeating the purpose wouldn't I? I hope to have it all straightened out by the time I'm back up and running.

The second reason to post is because I watched this incredible documentary today. Pray the Devil Back to Hell. While I was safe in my home, ironing, I watched as hundreds of Liberian Women joined ranks and formed a coalition for peace in their war-torn country. It was an eye opeing movie. Hard to watch yet inspiring. I felt sickened at what I saw and heard and my heart beat fast fearing for the brave women. But they held their ground. They demanded peace so their babies could sleep at night, so their daughters and sisters and mothers would no longer be raped, so their sons could put down their arms and learn a new way to live.

I am embarrassed to admit that years of war raging in African countries has had little affect on my life. I'm literally fat, dumb and happy. The thing is, even though it's on a much smaller scale, right here in Florida where I live, mothers have the same fears.

When I watched the Liberian women I thought about an older black woman who used to go to our church. She was Liberian, a nurse.She wore big beautiful hats and colorful scarf headpieces. She always sat in the first seat of the first row - where my Dad and I sit now.  I don't know how long she'd lived in this country. But she went back to Liberia occasionally and took supplies and bibles that the church collected. She died during her last trip home. I thought about her as I watched the movie and believe if she'd been there at the time, she would have been one of the women sitting in the marketplace with a peace placard.

If you haven't seen this movie I urge you to rent it. I wonder what would happen in this world if every woman rose up and said simply ... NO MORE WAR. WE DEMAND PEACE NOW! I doubt I'd be brave enough to stand alone, but I totally believe in the power of a united sistershood.

May you go to sleep tonight knowing that you are safe from war and hunger and thirst.
Missing you all,
Merry ME