I love twitter. I also love tweetdeck which allows me to see more of twitter. It’s the serendipity of twitter that pleases me the most. Often what I spot is trivial; sometimes it’s interesting and once in a while I see something I think is important.
I’ve been thrilled with the whole now world around Occupy Movement. (Many are now listed and linked at Occupy Together.)
I’ve been excited because the still inchoate, messy movement is addressing a growing sense that something is badly wrong with our world and the way we attempt to manage or govern it, and that we, as people together, can find constructive, peaceful ways to address the problems and change things for the better.
How will this happen out of this or any other movement? I really don’t have a clue. I attempt to address parts of it at WhenGrandmotherSpeaks.com, particularly in two posts: Honoring Those We Disagree With Without Giving Up Our Values and Women, Girls and Education. But the fact of the whole Occupy Movement means something is stirring, something potentially if not wonderful, at least good.
There, at the top of Snicket’s post was a link to Occupy Writers! Why didn’t I think of that? I have offered to do some press release or other writing for Occupy San Diego, but becoming a part of the Occupy Movement as a writer is exciting.
On the site you’ll find writers you know and those you don’t listed. A few are also contributing original works. For example, Alice Walker has a wonderful poem there called the joyful news of your arrest; Duncan Murrell has a lovely short essay called On Seeing the Tents in Chapel Hill.
As freelance writers we have the ability to use our words to create change. We can, as Ghandi put it, Be the change you want to see in the world. As we find our way to being that change we can write about it and point the way for others to do the same. In the midst of finding writing gigs and satisfying clients, we can begin to shift our own actions, our own way of being and, maybe in the cracks or maybe in an outrageous, glorious and obvious way, or, most likely something in between, use our ability with words to help move the world.
I’m up for it; are you? What will you do?