(Photo via LA MONDE Journal Online) Last night and this morning I called Chelsea and Sacha and begged them not to leave their apartments today (they live in Paris) I asked them to promise me that they would not do the peace walk. I told them I was afraid something bad might happened and I wanted them to be safe. They laughed, teased me, and well flat out said that they were going. And they did. Once the images started coming in of the march I realized how wrong I was. How fear had nabbed me. How what I believe was playing it safe. I heard Sacha say, "Mom how can you tell us to stay inside when everyone is outside for a purpose we stand for?" Motherhood is more than cuddling beautiful babies. Of course they HAD to go, of course. And they should. And they did against my mothering fear. Chelsea, Mr. Espresso, Sacha and other friends marched for three hours, they said they could hardly move there were so many people. At last count over two million were on the streets, and the march is still going on as day turns into evening and evening turns into a new day.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You, you may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will live as one
