domesticity

i have to confess i absolutely love domestic life. i know that sounds like a sentence that leads in to an ultra-boring blog post about my drama free quiet current state of being. i apologize & i promise i'll try to make it more interesting.

i dont really like routine, i am still feeling the travel bug (which has turned into like a travel rash the need is so strong) but matt and i are really enjoying married life, it is bliss for us right now. my favorite part of the day is when he walks in the door, and going for a run together, making dinner, having a beer and watching one of our billion reality tv shoes on tivo.

when you are happy & in happy times like we are right now, i think you get a little lazy in your own contentment. kinda like a passive 'im doing great im not going to interact with anything hard so i can keep it simple and be as-is.' and you completely lose sight of things, news articles become numbers, 1583 killed in darfur in last few weeks... thousands of children killed in earthquaked china... 560 million wasted on failed iraq reconstruction efforts... and you gravitate toward watercooler articles like Batman grossing an unprecedented $300 million and the identity of banksy revealed, or some controversial statement made by the great aunt of a presidential candidate's wife that we should all debate about.

it just gets to be like -- forgive me because in my own opinion i want to bring light to this mentality -- people start becoming numb, ignoring iraq articles and darfur articles because it's like another day, another death toll. every once in a while it gets you but we just cant conceive of what it would feel like to have our child walking home from the fields in afghanistan only to never return because of one of hundreds of landmines still blanketing the area. we just dont know what that feels like for the mother.

its that kind of realization that ignites passion in me, at least. when i finally put a face to a number. but in my frustration that is why i feel guilt about my contentment right now. because i know i cannot rest and cannot pretend to live so easily without the weight of somebody-i-dont-know-halfway-around-the-world's pain on my shoulders.

which brings me to one of my favorite favorite people, the greek historian thucydides. i know quotes are cliche and usually just make us think for a flicker of 10 seconds but from time to time, i encourage you to medidate on this one. allow me to paraphrase: justice will not come to Athens until those who are not injured are as outraged as those who are.