Wednesday, January 27

Tag: peace and justice

I Didn’t Apologize to the Well … Palestinian Peace Poet, Mahmoud Darwish

I Didn’t Apologize to the Well … Palestinian Peace Poet, Mahmoud Darwish

peace, peace and justice, poem, Poetry
With the largest number of migrants the world has ever seen - 244 million in 2015 - people who are displaced by exile, violence, poverty and environmental issues resulting from climate change, it's hard not to think of poets like Darwish who lived or live large portions of their lives in exile from their homelands. “. . . he says I am from there, I am from here, but I am neither there nor here. I have two names which meet and part… I have two languages, but I have long forgotten— which is the language of my dreams” Mahmoud Darwish's farewell to Edward Said (1935-2003), professor of literature at Columbia University, a public intellectual and founder of the field of postcolonial studies. Said was educated in the Western Cannon. He was a Palestinian-American born in Mandatory Palest...

Not With a Bang, But a Wimper – three poems

peace and justice, Poetry
BARUCH, THE BAKER Your heart is smarter, my Baruch, then your head, which is smart indeed - and your hands and gnarly fingers are smarter still. They fashion bread from cream-colored flours, silky to the touch. Kneading the dough patiently, patiently letting it rise while I sleep - safe, in my bed. Up at six a.m. we walk sleepily down a lavender-gray street, an apricot sun peeking at us and, rising higher in the sky, it seemingly follows us to you. Cheer-filled arrival with greetings and smiles from dear Baruch and warm sugar smells, yeasty scents and the sight of golden loaves, some voluptuous rounds and others, sturdy rectangulars. You have baked cinnamon rolls, a child's delight, pies and sticky buns too...and cookies! "We'll take a French bread" ...

Writing Your Own Narrative

"Life" Issues, Grace, inclusive, peace and justice, Spirituality, Wholeness
Have you ever felt like someone wrote the narrative of your life with absolutely no input from you? Sometimes I feel like some tabloid writer got hold of my life, created a bunch of lies around a basic storyline, and now I'm expected to believe that the lies that people have told me my whole life are true. One of the places I feel this is most true is in my relationship with organized religion. I want that connection, that community.But I've been told so many lies by that community that it's hard to lean into them and trust them to hold me when I'm lost and hurting and feeling desperately alone. They believe the very fact that I call myself a Christian is a lie because I am a LGBT person, I'm a left-leaning Democrat, and I believe ObamaCare (aka Affordable Care Act) may not have been a co...