May 2013
12 posts
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“There are so many of us out here who feel the world with thin skin and heavy...”
– Mindful Occupation: Rising Up Without Burning Out
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A Note to My Someday Maybe Baby
Sometimes I think I’m ready for you. Ready to see my belly extend and watch my capacity for love, patience, and wisdom grow with it. Sometimes I think about how I want to give you every good thing that was ever given to me. And I want you to have every iota of insight that I had to find for myself. Sometimes I wonder how I’ll ever make your feel rooted in your history, and...
rob bell: A bit from What We Talk About When We... →
robbellcom:
Gospel is the shocking, provocative, revolutionary, subversive, counterintuitive good news that in your moments of greatest
despair,
failure,
sin,
weakness,
losing,
failing,
frustration,
inability,
helplessness,
wandering,
and falling short,
God meets you there-
right there-
right…
Hungry
I am greedy for you. An appetite that can’t be satisfied with intermittent texts nor occasional video chats. Hunger pangs remain even after extended weekend getaways.
I want an everyday-type of love. I want a wake-up-to-your-morning-breath-fall-asleep-to-your-snore-type of love. I want your scent on my clothes, your taste on my lips. I want a love built on years of noticing one...
Missed Moments
It always feels like stolen time. This evening. That Saturday. Years of never really having you here. Just taking what I can get. Expectations loosen their grip, no longer holding on in vain.
April 2013
28 posts
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Your Hands
I love your hands. They craft stories that reflect the depth of your soul, and they cure the plethora of patients you see over the course of your 14-hour work days. But what I think I love most about your hands is that they feed me. Yes, they feed me, quite literally. You put together meals with so much ease and care that it would make Gordon Ramsay envious.
But more than that, I love your...
My Sister
I love seeing my smile on her face
Hearing my skepticism in her voice
And feeling my strength in her spirit
I Wonder You
I wonder the words you never speak.
I wonder the thoughts you keep hidden from even yourself.
I wonder where you go when you want to shut out the world, and if I could find you by following the imprints you’ve left on my heart.
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Long Distance, part II
I breathe in memories of you and exhale your name.
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Audio Collage of Experiences of Violence in... →
This audio collage documents a particular moment in time in a city called Chicago…
It consists of the voices, feelings, and hopes of a diverse group of Chicagoans.
It is many things…
a collective mourning song
a collective call for more justice
a collective call for more healing
and
a collective call for action.
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Jerusalem, if I forget you, let my right hand...
“If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.” -Psalm 137:5
I have been thinking about this verse a lot over the past week. Author Rob Bell discusses the potential meaning behind this verse in his book Jesus Wants to Save Christians, writing, “[The Israelites’] humanity is directly connected to their ability to remember their liberation…If they...
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Long Distance
In the silent moments, I wonder if another woman purrs your name in your ear.
In my stillness, I envision her body moving feverishly against yours.
As the night chill sets in, I am iced by the thought of her breath warming your face.
“I used to think that the goal was to get over things—to deal with them once and...”
– Shauna Niequist , Bread & Wine
“Write I did, night and day, something, and it was not even a choice… When...”
– Alice Walker, In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens
“Your skin must be sensitive enough for the lightest kiss and thick enough to...”
– Gloria Anzaldúa, “Speaking In Tongues: A Letter to 3rd World Women Writers” in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color (via bwildness)
EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THAT BRAD PAISLEY/LL... →
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And to make it real I need to have you here I need to have you It can’t be sincere Unless you spend time here I need to see you…
I need you.
March 2013
10 posts
“Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and...”
– Rumi
UNapproachable Black Chicks: This Day In Black... →
unapproachableblackchicks:
Ida B. Wells, born a slave in 1862, lived a remarkable life until her death on March 25, 1931, fighting for equal rights for African-Americans and women.
Six months after her birth, the Emancipation Proclamation freed the nation’s slaves. Life in Mississippi was challenging because of…
“If they’re not going to talk about the economic violence that causes gun...”
– Veronica Morris-Moore, community organizer, Chicago’s Woodlawn neighborhood (via thesmithian)
“So much blood on the streets
So much hope refused
So much grainy teenage...”
– Corinne Bailey Rae, “Love Is On Its Way”
“Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words...”
– Toni Cade Bambara (via the-dreamtiger)
Exactly why I love her.
(via readnfight)
Nicely said. Words have power. People who are reckless with their words usually leave a wake of suffering and draining confusion behind them. People who are impeccable with their words bring clarity and illumination...
Gradient Lair: I Support Zerlina Maxwell →
gradientlair:
[TRIGGER WARNING: rape]
Rutgers Law School made this meme in support of Zerlina Maxwell.
Ever since her appearance on Hannity, she’s been under a series of attacks, primarily by Conservatives, who are doing one of two things: 1) purposely misconstruing her words to make it seem like she…
