Last year around this time, I was at the On Being Gathering. I was spiritually diving with a group of strangers. I was deeply moved. I looked through my journal from that time and found haikus. John Paul Lederach said from the stage that he has a practice of writing haikus. He counts the syllables on his fingers while he goes from place to place. Occasionally he writes them down. He shared a few of his, and encouraged us to write our own. I wrote them. I’m kind of delighted by them. Writing a haiku feels like skipping stones on…
Unless she wakes up in the middle of writing this, I’ve got a list. Now, the list of things I don’t get to do when I’m home with a sick kid is long. The items on that list swirl around me like a swarm of gnats. But the list I’m sharing now is a list of things that were only possible this week because I stayed home with my daughter.
I didn’t know I was this in love with my husband. I know that sounds ludicrous. We’ve been married for a while. Together nearly seven years. But my god, love is strange. It’s bigger than I expected. If you can think of my little gay heart as a house, I feel like I’m on a home makeover show, and someone redid the rooms while I was gone and added a huge expansion. In fact, I think my HUSBAND did the renovation. And I’m still a little shocked, to be honest.
I said in my last post that when something bad happens in the news, something that’s far away, a great place to start is to reach out to people you think might be affect by that news and tell them that you love them, without condition, without doubt. Tell them you love them. That alone is way more powerful than most people think. And then, of course, I should have known this would happen… People told me they love me.
Jussie Smollett, a black, gay man was attacked on his way to a Subway. Here’s what you can do right now.