The Poignancy of Pain: For All the Things Words Cannot Convey.
There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
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Namaste
Forest Bathing and Finding the Divine.
I close my eyes as I lean against the tree, quieting my mind in silent meditation. I breathe deeply, inhaling the soft, earthy fragrance of the forest.
Dear White People.
Saying sorry is more likely to reinvest white power with the sort of moral nobility a philanthropist acquires for spreading his wealth. A deeper sort of accountability is needed -- one that brings us to the edges of ourselves.
I Dare You: No More Hiding Behind Dogma.
I am human. Edgy with grace and blown away by the grave injustices in the world. Poverty, violence, blatant greed, environmental hazards, rampant mental illness, the list goes on. I’m told I’m negative if I bring up news like that of the young man, with all the potential in the world, who goes ...