The Joy Inside Our Tears

Originally posted on Revealing the Absolute:
Love loves us through a sunrise, a rainstorm, a hug from a child, a panic attack. The entire spectrum of our humanity and its experiences is a single holy embrace and a nod of reassurance. Here judgment is lost forever. This, I am sure of my friend. -Atreya Thomas

Let’s use this fire-breath to bring down the patriarchy! (Or something…)

I understand that part of this anger is about my own deep wounds. My own story of harm by a mad man–and the perceived betrayal of the otherwise sane people who knew better than to believe a madman and ultimately align with a mad man.

This is also what I know about being wounded: there is no greater pain that not being seen. We don’t expect a mad man to see or understand our pain. He’s not capable of it. But the ones who we know are capable of empathy and love? We except better.

Oh, what a glorious task we are given

“Because Selma shows us that America is not the project of any one person. Because the single most powerful word in our democracy is the word “We.” We The People. We Shall Overcome. Yes We Can. It is owned by no one. It belongs to everyone. Oh, what a glorious task we are given, to…

The heart of democracy

“We are being called, like our mothers and fathers, to be the moral defibrillators of our time,” [Barber] said, as the crowd rose with him for the umpteenth time.  “We will shock this nation and fight for justice for all. . . .We will not give up on the heart of our democracy, not now,…