inspiration: twitter & sept. 17
too many holes
in too many hearts
stuffed with paper
money;
unpack 'em
and the light
and love
might creep in...
protect the hoard
at all costs
let it fill our ears
better yet,
cover our eyes...
your greed
cannot obscure the truth:
no matter what it buys,
poverty of spirit
can never be
abundance.
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11.09.2010
the rainbow is enuf.
there's pain on all sides.
there's drama on all sides.
we've hurt, maimed, and damaged one another in many ways.
still, we retain the power to heal, dream, love, and uplift ourselves and each other.
i am afraid we are allowing the pain to cloud true wisdom and deeper guidance.
the hoopla over for colored girls seems to be unearthing a lot of old feelings and illuminating the still-open wounds and still-wide chasms that separate us.
there is wisdom in saying we must protect our hearts,
but protection is not the same as closure.
i feel like we're swinging to extremes, aching for balance.
maybe the pendulum just has to do what it does and settle into a softer rhythm over time, finally settling into center.
if so, is patience the lesson we need to learn?
are we trying to rush a process that cannot be rushed?
we need to talk about the ugly.
but we should not turn each other into stereotypes and monoliths.
we have to resist its tendency to dominate our minds and spirits.
we need to take responsibility for our own, personal wounds.
know ourselves, deeply, halting the wheels of futile, painful cycles.
there should be no unearned, blanket support without proof of progress and growth. we cannot allow romantic, unrealistic notions to erase or underestimate the challenges that exist.
still, we can learn how to deeply support one another as we tend to our collective wounds.
it is complex.
we cannot make it simple.
there is beauty in that complexity, if we can open ourselves to it.
there is not one way to love, to be loving, to receive love, to be loved.
the ways are so plentiful we cannot count them.
who taught us there was only one way to be satisfied? to be whole?
art, analysis, psychology...these are conversation starters. light-shiners that give us frames, language, concrete foundations to build on.
a means to an end.
a way to name.
but what's your soul saying?
mine:
now that we've unearthed the pain
we have to go deeper
unearth the healing
roll in the dark, fragrant, fertile soil that feeds the world
study star-shine.
all of that is part of us.
we are part of it all.
don't let the fear win.
or the shame.
cry the tears...just don't drown in them.
i love my brothas.
but i need you to learn how to love yourselves
so you can love me back.
can you do that for me?
~~
{note: this is a pre-screening stream of consciousness. i'm sure there will be more once i've actually seen the film...but these are the vibes i'm picking up as i'm hearing/seeing folks react. i worry that there are countless, unexamined opportunities for growth, beauty, and strength beneath the surface. all my life i have heard the whisper, go deeper...i suppose i'm praying that everyone - in their way - gets that same message and gains the courage to do so.}
there's drama on all sides.
we've hurt, maimed, and damaged one another in many ways.
still, we retain the power to heal, dream, love, and uplift ourselves and each other.
i am afraid we are allowing the pain to cloud true wisdom and deeper guidance.
the hoopla over for colored girls seems to be unearthing a lot of old feelings and illuminating the still-open wounds and still-wide chasms that separate us.
there is wisdom in saying we must protect our hearts,
but protection is not the same as closure.
i feel like we're swinging to extremes, aching for balance.
maybe the pendulum just has to do what it does and settle into a softer rhythm over time, finally settling into center.
if so, is patience the lesson we need to learn?
are we trying to rush a process that cannot be rushed?
we need to talk about the ugly.
but we should not turn each other into stereotypes and monoliths.
we have to resist its tendency to dominate our minds and spirits.
we need to take responsibility for our own, personal wounds.
know ourselves, deeply, halting the wheels of futile, painful cycles.
there should be no unearned, blanket support without proof of progress and growth. we cannot allow romantic, unrealistic notions to erase or underestimate the challenges that exist.
still, we can learn how to deeply support one another as we tend to our collective wounds.
it is complex.
we cannot make it simple.
there is beauty in that complexity, if we can open ourselves to it.
there is not one way to love, to be loving, to receive love, to be loved.
the ways are so plentiful we cannot count them.
who taught us there was only one way to be satisfied? to be whole?
art, analysis, psychology...these are conversation starters. light-shiners that give us frames, language, concrete foundations to build on.
a means to an end.
a way to name.
but what's your soul saying?
mine:
now that we've unearthed the pain
we have to go deeper
unearth the healing
roll in the dark, fragrant, fertile soil that feeds the world
study star-shine.
all of that is part of us.
we are part of it all.
don't let the fear win.
or the shame.
cry the tears...just don't drown in them.
i love my brothas.
but i need you to learn how to love yourselves
so you can love me back.
can you do that for me?
~~
{note: this is a pre-screening stream of consciousness. i'm sure there will be more once i've actually seen the film...but these are the vibes i'm picking up as i'm hearing/seeing folks react. i worry that there are countless, unexamined opportunities for growth, beauty, and strength beneath the surface. all my life i have heard the whisper, go deeper...i suppose i'm praying that everyone - in their way - gets that same message and gains the courage to do so.}
4.29.2010
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