I sit down to write this piece with bleary eyes and a head that feels like it is filled both with cotton and the tines of a pitchfork piercing into my skull.  It has been a powerful, profound, and overwhelming last few days.  But the intensity of what I have experienced is nothing compared to the on-going struggle of the courageous landowners and blockaders in ruralEast Texas facing the onslaught and ravaging devastation of TransCanada and its Keystone XL Tar Sands pipeline.