What is Richard doing?

What is Richard doing?

In the days and weeks following the Co-op tragedy, I’ve wondered, What is Richard doing?

I’ve never been imprisoned or even spent a night in jail so I have a hard time imagining how Richard’s hours are shaped–beyond the stark horror of his act.

How does he sit there, day after day, staring at such devastation? How does he read a book or write a letter or take a breath–apart from it?

Does the murder hit him like icy water when he wakes each morning?

Is the pain as sharp as it is for Michael Martin’s wife?

How does Richard find permission to move on?

What does he say to his wife when she visits?

How about his mother?

His best friend?

His co-workers?

Other prisoners?

“I shot my boss in the head.”

What do they say in return?

Does he make friends? Does he try something new? Does he begin to heal despite the never-ending pain of his crime?

Over two months have passed since Richard entered the Co-op that Tuesday morning with a gun.

How is everyone else doing now that the shock has worn off?

Does the icy water of remembrance hit you in the face from time to time too? Like when you’re standing outside of  Sam’s flood sale on Flat Street and glance across the brook to see the Co-op’s loading dock? Or when you’re pushing your cart toward the yogurt and have to pass the opening for the back offices?

Two months.

What is Richard doing?

Should I care?

Do I have a right to?

Kelly Salasin, Marlboro, VT

to read more about the BFC Tragedy, click here

Blogging for Food, a tribute to my Co-op, Blog Action Day ’11

Blogging for Food, a tribute to my Co-op, Blog Action Day ’11

Although this is my designated week “unplugged, I’m making an exception to participate in the 5th Annual Blog Action Day.  I’m proud to say that this is my third year joining bloggers around the world in posting about the same issue on the same day.

I was a brand new baby blogger the year I wrote about “Climate Change”–a steep topic for someone without a science brain; while last year’s focus on”Water” flowed more easily; and this year’s topic”Food” taps my roots–in Vermont.

I remember the first time I set foot in the Co-op. My doctor made me do it. I tentatively strolled down each unfamiliar aisle, past all the unfamiliar packaging–no Kellogs or Kraft or Keebler. Worst of all, some of the food had  scary labels, saying: “organic.”

I skipped over those items.

Eventually, the Co-op became part of my shopping routine, and soon after, I became a member. Over the years, I watched as more and more items were labeled organic–and later “local”–and slowly it all began to make sense. In this way, the Co-op taught me about food and about the connection between my purchases and my health and the wellbeing of the land and the water and the air.

That journey began 17 years ago. I’ve had two sons since and they’ve grown up in the Co-op. They’ve helped stock shelves and served food at fairs and have organically learned about the relationship between what we eat and how we grow it and how that shapes the world around us.

It was my cousin out in California who brought it all together for me. She told me that her water was polluted because of all the pesticides used on grapes, and after that “organic” became personal. Each time I picked up a bottle of wine, I thought about Deborah, and how my choice, 3,000 miles away, affected her life in such a vital way.

Kelly Salasin, Blog Action Day, October 16, 2011

Occupy WHAT?

Occupy WHAT?

(for info on Occupy VT/Occupy Brattleboro, click here)

What you seek is seeking you.

~Rumi

http://www.visualthesaurus.com

Right now, I’m occupying my bed–on day 3 with the flu. How about you? Are you in NYC? Or heading there? Or gathering somewhere else? Or avoiding it altogether?

As a latent activist, I must admit that I’m afraid of outrage. The idea of gathering with an angry mob in a crowded city doesn’t attract me. Except for the energy.

I feel the energy. I’m attracted to the spirit of “occupying together”–only I don’t know what we’re occupying.

Do you?

Certainly anger and outrage aren’t places I want to occupy.  Neither is hatred or blame. But perhaps these are necessary starting places–stepping stones to something else.  It’s the “something else” I want to occupy.

So, to all my forerunners out there–thank you. Thank you for your passion and your courage and your commitment–and even your outrage. Thank you for enduring the sleeping bags, and the pepper spray and the mocking. And know this–as you move from #OccupyWallStreet to #OccupyTogether, I’ll be joining you. And I’ll bring my sons.

For what I want to occupy is a place that doesn’t focus on what’s wrong and who’s to blame, but what’s right and how to make it so–for everyone–even my husband’s second cousin on Wall Street.

Kelly Salasin, Marlboro, Vermont

For more information on joining the movement, click below:

Occupy Brattleboro /Occupy Vermont


Testimony to our State

Testimony to our State

Rutland Herald
Letter to the Editor:

Thank you Vermont:

I am a Virginia National Guard soldier. I have been in Vermont for three weeks. I have driven hundreds of miles through your state and seen first-hand the devastation caused by Tropical Storm Irene.

First off, my condolences go out to all those affected by the storm. But what affected me most were the people. From the first day and… the first plate of brownies, the local community has been so supportive, thankful and generous that we were all in awe.
We are accustomed to “Southern hospitality,” but the people of Vermont have taken it to a new level. Everywhere we go the locals stop and thank us, but I really just want to thank you.

This gratitude goes out to the hundreds of thumbs-up we have received, and especially the little girl who gave me that great smile at a stoplight and a little boy that hugged one of our guys and said, “Thank you, Army man.”

To the people at the Spartan Arena that graciously allowed us lodging and the servers at the Armed Forces Reserve Center that fed us morning and evening meals, we thank you. To Mark, Jen, Tim and the rest of the volunteers, we thank you. For all the plates of cookies, brownies and boxes of personal items — and those tasty Vermont apples — we thank you.

But most of all, thank you, Vermont, for showing how people can pull together in times of need. You were all so generous, gracious and hospitable. I can only hope that if this ever happens in Virginia, or anywhere else in this great country, the people would act the same way. When I leave here in a few days, I will take with me a piece of Vermont and know that Vermont will be just fine thanks to her people.

Sgt. STEVEN L. MOORE
157th Engineer Platoon
Virginia Army National Guard