Dragon Jane was there. Maybe you were there. There's so much I want to tell you about the RNC in St. Paul.
The thrill of being inside a giant peace dragon, blowing bubbles from her mouth, seeing The Wall Street Journal, CNN, and countless others taking footage of this mythology in the making.
The rush of getting a standing ovation for our peace performance at the Lowry Theater in St Paul.
The promise in attending Ripple Effect, an enormous downtown peace festival, where we received free art, signed petitions, met activists from all over, planted magic seeds, laughed at a puppet show, and heard lots of pulsing music, some of which we liked.
The shock at having our luggage searched right there on the sidewalk in the city.
The fear at seeing riot police in riot gear refusing to let anyone (even pedestrians) cross the streets.
The disappointment at spotting a vandalized police car, windows smashed, tires slashed.
The panic at hearing stories from our friends of tear gas, pepper spray, billy clubs, maybe even rubber bullets, wielded at nonviolent protesters and bystanders, more than 800 of whom were arrested throughout the week.
The worry over a baby shrew we found in a city park.
The sadness over seeing a reenactment of Guantanamo.
The hope that comes from seeing good friends (new and old)...Lizzie, Baba, Cam, Hillary, Rae, Laura, Julie, Jill, Melissa, Nicholas, Ariel, Jeanne, Gerry, Diane, and more.
The joy of eating Afghan food, and Thai food, and a pita.
The gratitude toward our anonymous patrons for making this trip possible.
A deep concern and adoration for humanity.
P.S. This is all I can say about the RNC for now. More soon...