Here's a fact for you. Sharon Mehdi wrote a story for her granddaughter who wasn't even born yet. The story is called
The Great Silent Grandmother Gathering.
Well, okay, that's two facts, and there's more. In fact, there's a whole slew of facts. Here they are, and not in bullet form either.
See, Mehdi was as upset about the violence in the world as many of us are, fearing for our children and our grandchildren, and the generations to come after them. She wanted a better world for her grandbaby than she was seeing.
She also had a terrific writer's block and wasn't getting where she was supposed to be getting with her
Big Work of Non-Fiction. So she took the advice of a friend, relaxed a little, went for a walk, stepped into a little church with pretty stained glass windows, and somewhere along the way, she began to write this:
On a buffety, blustery early summer day, when the news was bad and the sky turned yellow, a strange thing happened in the town where I live.
The strange thing that happened was, so the story goes, two grandmothers, each on her own, got dressed and walked to the park in the center of town. They walked, and when they got there, they stood side by side, not speaking, silent as the wind when it isn't blowing, and they stood and they stood and they stood the whole day long.
The next day, they went back to the park, and they stood again, all day, in silence. They didn't tell anyone why they were there, unless someone asked, which most didn't, but people sure were curious.
It took a little girl to answer the question everybody was thinking: Why are those two grannies standing in the park all day long, every day, not saying a word, lettin' the sun beat down on them, lettin' the rain, well, rain down on 'em?
It took a little girl, and she told her family that the reason they were standing out there in the weather, those two women, was to
save the world.Mehdi tells it a whole lot better than I can, which is why she's the author of the most beautiful children's book ever and I'm writing about it on this blog, but suffice it to say that before you knew it, all over the world, day after day, morning after morning, women were walking to their village greens and city parks and town squares and standing silently. Huge crowds of women. All silent. All standing.
They couldn't help themselves. They
knew. Sometimes we do, you know. Know.
Pretty soon, none of their sons or daughters could bring themselves to go to war. Nobody anywhere could make themselves take up a gun and kill someone else for something that somebody somewhere said was supposed to bring peace. Not even for money. Or drugs. Nada. Zip. Nothin' doin'.
They just couldn't go out and hurt people when their mama and their sister and their wife and their little girl and their ten female cousins and their gramma, and every last one of their aunties was standing still, all day long, not sayin' a word, right there for all the rest of the world to see, in the middle of town.
Pretty soon, there was peace all over the world without a single person having to die for it. Because the women would stand. They knew that standing was what it would take, and it would be enough. They knew, and they stood.
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That's a whole lot of story, to get to this one really neat fact, the one that made me want to tell you all about this.
After awhile, Sharon Mehdi couldn't stand it.
She had to go stand in her village green, the very one after which her story was patterned. She had to go and stand with her friend, also a grandmother. They stand silently every day now. Every day, a few more people come and stand with them.
That's a fact.
Learn more about the the grandmother's stand on Mehdi's blog,
Sharon's Peace Pilgrimage.
Daily Tip:
Whenever you're feeling blocked, you just can't break through, take the advice of Mehdi's friend.
Relax a little. Go for a walk. Spend a few minutes in a garden or a little church with pretty stained glass windows, or any place that gives you breathing room. Some would call it solace.
Breathe deep. Bask in the silence. Ask for guidance. Expect it to come. Get ready. It will.
And if you have a moment, please leave a comment below and tell us what you think.
Should you, as others have done, go and stand somewhere, like the town plaza, for ten minutes, or an hour, or a day, come back and tell us how it felt and what happened and whether you'll do it again.
If you'd like some company, tell us where and when you'll be there next, and maybe somebody who lives in your hometown will see it and stand with you next time.
Namaste.