And so, on this day, I fill that hollow space in my chest with heat from a thousand thousand thousand suns:
The lists goes on and on. A long miserable soliloquy that is really only a fraction of the names that it could be. A list that leans back to the first time black people stepped onto this soil and were bought and sold on a block. No thought to their needs. Their pain. Their humanity.
And now we have his flaccid response to the Corona Crisis. The mish-mosh of declarations, proclamations, denunciations, and weak-kneed applications of assistance and action has been an abdication of Trump’s duty and power as a President.
Mother and Daughter They live in our woods. Sleep in a nest of grass between large moss covered boulders and ancient gray barked firs. When I walk by the pair they eye me with curiosity and wariness. I avert my gaze then lift my camera and click. I wonder about… Read More
While we isolate in our homes, our hearts learn to reach out to the world.
Day 5 of the World Wide Pandemic, I turned off the TV, the radio, the internet, and instead listened to the music I love and looked at pictures I had taken of the places I love. It was my meditation. My ode to love and hope and pleasure and peace… Read More
The irony of Corona Virus in the United States, a country that likes to demonize socialism, is that socialist programs are exactly what the people in the USA are clamoring for in this time of crisis — government help in the form of the wide distribution of free medical tests,… Read More
Seven minutes. Take seven minutes and watch the film below. It will either scare the hell out of you, or give you a feeling of righteousness and moral vindication. If you feel the later, you are part of the reason I find this film so disturbing. The short movie, A… Read More
What if Judge Brett Kavanaugh were to say I am sorry.
At first Jacob Illich admired these Americans their casualness, and considered it a sweet nativity. Then he became bored. And then resentful.