For your COVID/Election/Trump-Corruption Sanity – a poem and a song
July 12, 2020
I feel like I need a dose of poetry to cleanse me from every dose of grotesque news these days ...
This beautiful poem by Marissa Davis (with thanks to Maria Popova) is trance-like litany ...
A Young Poet’s Love Letter to Earth and to the Double Courage of Facing a Broken Reality While Refusing to Cease Cherishing This Astonishing World in Its Brokenness
Of course, this Michael Franti song is a fitting companion ...
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How did I miss this? Haunting song/video
July 9, 2020
A friend read my piece in the Daily Meditation for Center for Action and Contemplation and sent me this video:
Wow. So beautiful - and summative. Thanks, Birdtalker! (And Susan!)
By the way, for my conservative Christian friends, if (when?) the above video makes you nervous, consider this: what if the connectedness this song speaks of is the same reality Jesus meant by his term "the kingdom of God?" A kingdom, after all, was the largest imaginable network in Jesus's day ... it included the king and the realm, human and animal life in that realm, living things and the non-living environment in that realm. If that thought intrigues you, you might be interested in this book of mine, The Secret Message of Jesus.
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In Lieu of Fireworks – read these words on fire from Frederick Douglas today
July 3, 2020
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My Conversation with Valarie Kaur: See No Stranger
June 24, 2020
I don't say this lightly: "See No Stranger" is one of the best books I've read, ever. Deep. Practical. Moving. Honest. Relevant. Urgently needed. Author Valarie Kaur has been a friend and colleague (through the Auburn Senior Fellows Program) for many years, and I know you'll love eavesdropping on our recent conversation.
BUY HER BOOK - and learn more here: https://valariekaur.com/see-no-stranger/
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Wisdom on depression from Maria Popova (a national treasure)
June 22, 2020
Thanks for this gem,@brainpicker!
"... the Moon seen through a telescope, so proximate and unassailable, this radiant orb of primeval scar tissue; the mossy trunk of a centuries-old cedar, ringed with the survival of wars and famines, a silent witness to countless human heartaches; the song of the thrush and the bloom of the magnolia and the lush optimism of that first blade of grass through the frosty soil — these bewilderments of beauty do not dissipate the depression, but they do dissipate the self-involvement with which we humans live through our sorrows, and in so unselfing us, they give us back to ourselves."
More here: https://mailchi.mp/brainpickings/depression?e=2f42f77b10
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