
Today I performed my own Genocide Prevention Ritual. After putting so much work into organizing the event, I figured my own ritual would be little more than a formality. But it was quite a rewarding experience. Seeing the flowers before me, the naked cut stems, and the blossoms fallen in the mud was more meaningful than I could have imagined. I don't understand why the senses are so important in this way, but they are. As much intellectualization as I do, it culminates in a sensual experience that brings words to a halt.
After the ritual, I followed through by giving to
War Child International, a nonprofit that aids children affected by war, helping them get back on their feet, recover from trauma, and return to education.
ONE GOOD DEED: Donate to
War Child International.
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