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I have shared some of this prolific and wonderful poet before. This seemed very relevant today. Posting it here today with her permission. She is one of my favorite contemporary poets and she always inspires me! I hope you enjoy and explore some of her other works. out from my soul, between a whisper and a prayer- what stings, between the sun and the night- fierce yearning, to hold life close- to my connecting, as we interconnect- and blend into, a single breath- as I touch the hem, of ancient pain- belonging to the cry, of the collective sky- pinning prayers like stars , onto the breath of evening- finding me under my, cluttering debri- who am I, who I am meant to be- l

“We have a powerful potential in our youth, and we must have the courage to change old ideas and practices so that we may direct their power toward good ends.” By the age of 9 she could pick 250 pounds of cotton. Her name may be remotely familiar, but what do you really know about her. Mary Jane McLeod Bethune became one of the most important black educators, civil and women’s rights leaders and government officials of the twentieth century. The college she founded set educational standards for today’s black colleges, and her role as an advisor to President Franklin Delano Roosevelt gave African Americans an advocate in government. She was born in Maysville, South Carolina on July 10th, 1875

The textbook publisher McGraw-Hill has listed her on a timeline of key educators, along with Confucius, Plato, Aristotle, Horace Mann, Booker T. Washington, Maria Montessori and 23 others. Yet what Elliott did continues to stir controversy. One scholar asserts that it is "Orwellian" and teaches whites "self-contempt." A columnist at a Denver newspaper called it “evil." Now, more than ever it is critical that we look deeply at the subject of race and prejudice. That is exactly what Jane Elliot did back in 1968. We need to take a lesson from Ms. Elliot and do it again today. Jane Elliott, is an internationally know lecturer, teacher, diversity trainer and the recipient of the National Mental

Excerpts and photo from an article, June 19, 2020, 8:35 AM MDT By Adela Suliman at NBC news Three bullets to the head were supposed to stop her. But education advocate Malala Yousafzai not only survived the attack, she went on to win global acclaim and, on Friday, graduate from one of the world's top universities. Eight years after being shot by the Pakistani Taliban, the advocate for female education and the world's youngest Nobel Peace Prize winner shared a photo of herself smothered in cake as she celebrated her Philosophy, Politics and Economics degree from Britain's Oxford University. "Hard to express my joy and gratitude right now," she wrote to her 3 million social media followers. "M

I have always questioned. Some may think me irreverent, my father certainly thought so. So be it. Consistently throughout my life God has been presented as male. Consistently throughout my life this has troubled me. I have always felt a divine presence in my life from early on, that was feminine. This clashed terribly with the image of a stern, hellfire spitting old man in white robes with a flowing white beard, sitting upon a throne often holding a scepter. I always found it disconcerting and disturbing. It wasn't until I was in my forties that I found like minded people, who also felt a divine feminine. I took a few classes, read a few books and had more than a few discussions. Today

"You are not here to save anyone. You are not alive to save the world. Life is not a rescue mission. Your purpose is to CREATE the world you want to live in, to resource the unlimited, infinite, eternal qualities of the soul and BE all you're here to be. This is where surrender + trust come in.Trust is a choice.Be willing to be wiling to be willing to be a revolutionary change agent, simply by being your most true self. It's literally all you're here to do." ~ L'Erin Alta I have to trust; trust that I can be my true self and create the world I want to live in; trust that we are exactly where we need to be in these ugly times; trust that something beautiful and good will come out of all this

Irish singer Imelda May is a walking, talking, singing embodiment of the 1950s. She wears leopard-print sweaters, tight bad-girl jeans and often her hair is in a ponytail. Her bangs are curled into a tight roll, known in England as a "quiff." Although May has won numerous awards in 2009, her music harks back to a style that was popular in the '50s: rockabilly. She was born Imelda Mary Higham on July 10, 1974 in Dublin's south inner city. She was the youngest of five siblings. She began her musical career at the age of 16 performing with a number of local bands. In 2002 she formed her own band and released her debut album, No Turning back. I loved her spirit and her words. Powerful. This is h

Yes, she is tattooed. Yes, she often swears. Yes, she always speaks her truth and I always learn something from her! A Pastoral Letter, for such a time as this. Nadia Bolz-Weber Art: Linocut Print by Sarah Fuller *Anyone is welcome to read, but I wrote this for fellow white folks Dear beloved, I am in no way an expert on race in America. All I can offer are a couple honest stories and some stuff that I have found helpful. First, a story about how little I knew about Black people and police. In the Spring of 2014 I found a small dog wandering around our urban neighborhood. Our streets were dotted with small brick houses and the nights were often punctuated with gunfire and drunken shouting.

Nancy Elizabeth Prophet was an American artist of African-American and Native American ancestry, known for her sculpture. She was the first African-American graduate from the Rhode Island School of Design in 1918 and later studied at L'Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris during the early 1920s. I first learned of Nancy Elizabeth Prophet, about forty years ago when I was taking some classes at RISD. She fascinated me. I loved her work and found her story of struggle very sad, yet, she persisted! I first met Sylvia Ann Soares about that long ago also. We were both in Nicaragua, mixing cement and pointing cement blocks as we worked together on a project, building a school in the remote village of N

Artist: Laurie Cooper I do not have answers. I am sad. I am angry. I make mistakes. I am learning. To justify slavery, we whites portrayed blacks as subhuman: primitive, stupid, and servile. To justify segregation, we whites portrayed blacks as morally corrupt: ignorant, predatory, and sinful. After civil rights, we whites portrayed blacks as evil: drug addicts, gang bangers, and welfare queens. There has never been a point in our history when we whites have systematically and institutionally valued black lives as we do our own. That's why #BlackLivesMatter. Period. “Black America I see you. You are seen, heard, and affirmed in your anger, in your sadness, in your rage, in your fear, and in

Full Moon Blessings to all To Humanity To this Earth To the Universe~ Catch Me a Piece of The Moon catch me a piece of the moon let me cradle it with waiting arms hands that press its light into the crevices of my heart the hidden places covered by comfortable living its wonder dream but in its sleeping haze I could see the pull of darkness that held the fray of life loss living in dismal power over grief just because the color of their skin was not the same as mine no eyes set on the horizon of the moon lit sky sinking sorrow held them tight catch me a piece of the moon surrender my blind sight allowing its piercing light flood into a darkened room I see through the