If you are indignant about people kneeling is silent protest but not about the inequalities in this country, ask yourself why.
As a kid I remember being taunted with “dirty Jew” and other phrases. But I have a choice, I’m white, no one needs to know I’m a minority. Though to be honest, I “look like a Jew” with kinky hair and olive skin. People with skin other than beige have no choice. We shouldn’t have to try and hide our heritage.
Everyone pontificating about the sanctity of the national anthem should stop for a moment and think about worrying about your child every time they left the house just because they are a minority.
Just think about it,
And then get off your soap box so you can help fix this damned mess
Remember who you create art for.
Remember why you create it.
Remember your voice.
And then use it for good.
leave the hate for others to wallow in
Sometimes you have to leave the dissonance behind and go searching for some beauty.
You can’t win wars without resting between battles
So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?
The smell of a lover’s skin,
The anguish of a first love lost.
The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time.
Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.
Welcome back dear friends
It’s so easy to lose hope with all that is happening right now.
To feel abandoned and alone.
And then you discover a kindred soul also in search of hope.
With hope we will survive
Everything we do has a ripple effect.
For making things good.
For creating harm.
For building someone up or
crushing them like an insignificant bug.
Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?
What is your legacy?
Hopefully my legacy is one of hope
During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha
Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids.
Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful
Poisonous gas Intentionally killing humans,
The perpetrators of this atrocity deserve the unspeakable
Have we learned nothing?
The past few weeks nearly brought me to my knees.
This is the first piece of art I’ve done this year, but I saw this quote and it reminded me;
While there is life there is hope.
So here I am
2017 terrifies me and not much does
But this year…. so many unknowns that could terribly impact the most vulnerable among us.
So I will drown out the hate and bias with a quiet militancy.
Come and join me