It’s funny how someone’s dying can bring such rekindling; how our memory of them can initiate and ignite fires you forgot were once lit—are even capable of being lit. A sweet heaviness that clings to the moments and releases nostalgia and passion for things of the past.
Listen. Unrest resides in our bones. Listen. Life does not have to be that way. Listen. Bernie, Trump, Hillary, Cruz—they don’t determine your daily decisions. Listen. Injustice is battled by big names and big organizations on big stages with loud speakers and fancy bills and ordinances and regulations but LISTEN: that means nothing if weContinue reading “l e n t :: day31_listen”
Perhaps my bed would seem an odd refuge as I am an extrovert and am generally rejuvenated via wine, conversation and art. Recently, in a counseling session, I was compared to a lightning bolt. I doubt beds are fond of lightning bolts, due to fire and whatnot. And honestly, I somewhat despise sleep; we haveContinue reading “l e n t :: day9_refuge”
Today I am thinking about being led. And how we can be led. Or let ourselves be led. My generation, specifically those in the Sonlight Curriculum followed by Hope College worlds (read: bubbles), has been encouraged to be leaders, changers, great thinkers, SAVE THE WORLD KID OR YOU’RE WORTHLESS kinds of individuals but at theContinue reading “Able To Be Led”