• What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who only has eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war. Pablo Picasso

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Bread and Roses

Let’s just stick to this image:

A tall woman comes up to the front of the chapel, pink hat over steel hair and freckled brown skin. When she begins to sing her voice is uneven, imperfect, strained:

“Put on your face….”

She makes it through the verse, takes a breath.

The congregation starts in, unevenly, […]

March 19th, 2017 | Category: Maat, Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

“Go in peace and give ’em hell.”

We were late getting to church today – we got up to the balcony to sit down just as the guest preacher was finishing up the Tolkien quote of the everything lately (from The Fellowship of the Ring):

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, […]

March 5th, 2017 | Category: Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

Made for This

I have a long post about the previous two Sundays that’s partially stalled out because hard to write and partly because I’m waiting on something, but I will get back to it.

I have all sorts of things I could say about this week’s service. I could talk about meeting The Man In The Cowboy […]

November 14th, 2016 | Category: Fiction Writing, Music, Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed

Wondering Woman

Hearing a recording of Malala Yousafzai speaking can apparently make me start leaking tears.

Here is the text of the speech.

Here is a chunk of that:

Though I appear as one girl, though I appear as one girl, one person, who is 5 foot 2 inches tall, if you include my high heels. (It […]

October 25th, 2016 | Category: Narrative, Politics, Pop Culture, Sunday Reflection, Symbolism | Comments are closed

Heroes Just For One Day

June 28, 2015: I was reading blogs, specifically the Slacktivist, and I read this, and I was overcome. It was a symbolic gesture, quickly overturned, but it was a moment that convinced me that I was living in a world with giants. Giants I would never have the luck, the blessing to encounter, but it […]

October 18th, 2016 | Category: Maat, Personal Practice, Pop Culture, Sunday Reflection | Comments are closed
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