Afterfeel: Another World Beneath My Eyelids. {poetry}
In this world, there is my golden city and there is its womb being torn open and bursting... There is screaming. In it is a cold August.
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4 Ways To Practice Love In The Time Of War.
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...
We Really Lose Everything When Love Is Not Our Truth.
Today I deeply grieve the lost. I feel the fear and the anger and the vast unknowing of how to respond to extremism and terrorism and hate. I feel an uprising of compassion and empathy and helplessness and power. I wonder how I will ever make even the slightest shred of difference. I wonder how ...