I don't really watch the news. I sometimes read stories here and there that I see on Twitter, but beyond that, I'm thoroughly uneducated about current events and especially the state of international politics. And that's probably really bad, on one hand. But on the other hand, when I used to watch news, I was obsessed with news. It became overwhelming, all the terror and scariness happening around the world and how our country played into it all and I realized that I couldn't really handle it. I need world news in very small, manageable bits, preferably with a way for me to get involved in fixing it, albeit in a very small way.
That's where this whistle comes in. This whistle is a Falling Whistle, and I wear it almost every day. Falling Whistles is a campaign for peace in Congo. And the whistle? The founders of the organization met 5 boys back in 2008 who had been sent to the front lines of the war in Congo armed with only a whistle. Their story touched the guys who heard it. So the symbol was born and a movement created. To wear the whistle around your neck is to be "a symbol of protest, a tool to elevate conversation and a vote for peace in Congo." Currently there are 55 THOUSAND whistle-blowers around the world.
But for me, my Falling Whistle is more than a pledge to promote peace in Congo. It's a pledge to pay attention to what's happening, to educate myself, and a pledge to make it better. And lately, as more and more news comes out of Syria and the middle east, and violence is again ramping up in Africa, I find myself reaching for my whistle as I get ready every single morning and hoping for an opportunity to explain what it stands for.
I don't know how to fix the world's problems. I don't even know how to talk about the world's problems, they are so big and complicated and multi-faceted that any conversation that heads in the "solve the world's problems" direction makes me want to yell, or cry, or drink. Probably in that order. And since I can't fix it all, I really love Mother Teresa's outlook on things. "If you can't feed one hundred people, then feed just one," she said. I think I can do that. I think I can feed one person. I can smile at one stranger on the street. I can hold the door for one old man. I can wear this whistle and educate one person about what it means. And maybe they will join the cause. And that's one more person, just one, fighting and believing in world peace. Believing in us, that we can overcome. And just one person can turn out to be everything.
buy a whistle here / follow on twitter here / read the blog here / follow on instagram here / follow sean carasso on instagram here (he's always posting thought-provoking things about world conflict issues)
**photos by my wonderful and multi-talented husband :)