YOU KNOW WHAT'S IN NOW?
COTTON. ALL THE TREES HAVE IT.
SNOW DAY FOR THE WIN.
COTTON. ALL THE TREES HAVE IT.
SNOW DAY FOR THE WIN.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Murica, January 29 2019
I live here, and I take a lot of things for granted, but I get fed up. I find so many things unconscionable. It would be difficult to live with a person like that...especially in the States. I've already admitted I don't want the American Dream! Will I be a pain to live with? Dealing with guilt, with cognitive dissonance? Preaching at everyone, judging people who, in their own minds, are living normal reasonable responsible lives?
Where are the prophets? Who will shake us up? Am I here to be comfortable, or to pour myself out?
Oh God. Keep me, keep me looking at You. You care about justice for the oppressed. You love the poor. You are their advocate. You bless those who give their lives to serve the unwanted. You want all of us. You tear down princes from their thrones, and lift up the humble. You turn our weakness into strength. You desire truth in the innermost parts. You give wisdom. You reward those who wait for You. You move mountains when we have faith, are obedient. You do not want anyone to perish, but all to live.
Where are the prophets? Who will shake us up? Am I here to be comfortable, or to pour myself out?
Oh God. Keep me, keep me looking at You. You care about justice for the oppressed. You love the poor. You are their advocate. You bless those who give their lives to serve the unwanted. You want all of us. You tear down princes from their thrones, and lift up the humble. You turn our weakness into strength. You desire truth in the innermost parts. You give wisdom. You reward those who wait for You. You move mountains when we have faith, are obedient. You do not want anyone to perish, but all to live.
American Football, January 21 2019
I did get invested in the game, and the last quarter (into overtime) was so intense I had to remind myself to breathe. I wanted the Chiefs to win, but the conclusion was pretty satisfactory anyway. A really good game. Tough calls by refs, but I agreed with most of them.
I'd watch more football if I cared like this, but it wouldn't be good for me. It's such a strange world. And once you buy into it, you forget a lot of other realities. You forget how messed up it is. You forget the shameful amounts of money. The toxic masculinity. The sex trafficking. The brain damage. The beer commercials - or at least, you forget what they're trying to sell you. You get a little brainwashed, feel a little more American.
I'd watch more football if I cared like this, but it wouldn't be good for me. It's such a strange world. And once you buy into it, you forget a lot of other realities. You forget how messed up it is. You forget the shameful amounts of money. The toxic masculinity. The sex trafficking. The brain damage. The beer commercials - or at least, you forget what they're trying to sell you. You get a little brainwashed, feel a little more American.
Love Letter: The Hornet's Nest, January 20 2019
I took a walk in the wind when I got home. I looked at the hornet's nest perched high in the naked branches of the tulip poplar, across from the cul-de-sac, and thought about the love and respect it symbolized.
As I approached, it blew down and smashed in a damp papery heap in the middle of the road before me. It was rather dramatic. I nudged it off into the grass, and tripped along laughing.
As I approached, it blew down and smashed in a damp papery heap in the middle of the road before me. It was rather dramatic. I nudged it off into the grass, and tripped along laughing.
Lara, Possibly a Dream, January 20 2019
I dreamed of a hub, like a subway station, with entrances on many streets. Inside were a church and a nursing home. I left my purse and coat and things in an empty room in the medical ward, and wandered and got lost. I stumbled across the church, a service just beginning. I heard a few words from the preacher and saw tidy, white, middle-class families filing in for something edifying. I thought how shallow and comfortable and blind this Christianity was, how disconnected from realities and suffering, the mess and need in the very same building. These people were here to be satisfied, to chuckle at jokes from the pulpit and be clean and reassured. The preacher was a young, pleased, popular man.
I kept walking, looking for my things. Finally I found the room, only now it was inhabited by a balding, withering, sparky woman. She had glowing bronze skin and dark eyes, and her name was something like Lara. I was hesitant to intrude, especially when I saw my belt was behind her head on the bed. But she beckoned me in, relieved to be rid of the foreign things in her room. I retrieved my purse and coat from the floor. But I was abashed, embarrassed to leave too quickly. So I started talking to with her. A friend joined me and sat beside the bed to read aloud from a book, and I took Lara's shimmering gingerbread feet, small as a child's, and rubbed them.
I kept walking, looking for my things. Finally I found the room, only now it was inhabited by a balding, withering, sparky woman. She had glowing bronze skin and dark eyes, and her name was something like Lara. I was hesitant to intrude, especially when I saw my belt was behind her head on the bed. But she beckoned me in, relieved to be rid of the foreign things in her room. I retrieved my purse and coat from the floor. But I was abashed, embarrassed to leave too quickly. So I started talking to with her. A friend joined me and sat beside the bed to read aloud from a book, and I took Lara's shimmering gingerbread feet, small as a child's, and rubbed them.
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