Is it me, or does the world feel a little bit chaotic lately? Pretty sure that this week we moved up a notch from You Gotta be Kidding Me to This is Getting Pretty Bonkers.
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Wanted: people willing to shine light into darkness.
Are you waiting for Bernie? Hillary? Kamala? Cory? The alt-left? (WHAT IS THIS AND I THINK I AM A PART OF IT MAYBE??)
Are you waiting for the mid-terms? Are you waiting for the tax returns? Are you waiting for an anointed leader-of-the-people to magically emerge?
Just a few of the questions being asked lately by the resident 4-year old : Do grasshoppers have ears? (Yes, on their legs apparently, according to my husband-scientist) Why don’t they play more Queen Beyoncé on the radio? (I hear you and I have no answers to this) What is God? (WHERE DID THIS COME FROM…ASK MEContinue reading “Inquiring minds want to know”
I understand that part of this anger is about my own deep wounds. My own story of harm by a mad man–and the perceived betrayal of the otherwise sane people who knew better than to believe a madman and ultimately align with a mad man.
This is also what I know about being wounded: there is no greater pain that not being seen. We don’t expect a mad man to see or understand our pain. He’s not capable of it. But the ones who we know are capable of empathy and love? We except better.
“Because Selma shows us that America is not the project of any one person. Because the single most powerful word in our democracy is the word “We.” We The People. We Shall Overcome. Yes We Can. It is owned by no one. It belongs to everyone. Oh, what a glorious task we are given, toContinue reading “Oh, what a glorious task we are given”
“We are being called, like our mothers and fathers, to be the moral defibrillators of our time,” [Barber] said, as the crowd rose with him for the umpteenth time. “We will shock this nation and fight for justice for all. . . .We will not give up on the heart of our democracy, not now,Continue reading “The heart of democracy”
Ooof. If I read one more apocalyptic think piece I’m going to lose it. Self-care! Self-care! Self-care!
What if this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb, but the darkness of the womb? What if our America is not dead but a country still waiting to be born? What if the story of America is one long labor? What if all the mothers who came before us, who survived genocide andContinue reading “So let us take one another’s hand and push together.”