To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone.
To feel the pain of another is to know their heart. To feel the darkness of another is to know their heart is not dark. To breathe the breath of another, is to breathe each other. Beyond the identities we choose and the language we use, is that for which words only confuse. … Continue reading To Feel the One
Gentlemen, we need to talk. We need to talk about your worship of the Virgin (she wasn't), the Holy Mother, Durga, Shakti, Tara, Kamadhenu, Kali and other female deities on whose necks you lay garlands, whose feet you touch, and from whom blessings you beg. Why do you hold the plaster and paint as more … Continue reading Talking about Worship of Idols and Sexual Abuse
You have no idea You have no idea your desire to retreat is merely your fear of meeting yourself in another. You have no idea that your fear of another is merely your fear of intimacy with the one you've separated yourself from. Your avoidance of the stimuli that feeds your soul has led you … Continue reading Oh, My Darling Empath
"Empath Bullshit"That's the Google search that brings the most people to this blog. I've addressed some of the bullshit that's out there about the nature of being an empath, I try to assure folks that having the capacity to feel the emotional energies of others is real. It is real, it is purposeful, and has … Continue reading “Empath Bullshit”
artist: R Blackwater In the introduction to this series on Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Children, I mentioned that this unfolding of the Fuckery and I requires discussion of history and the repercussion arisen out of it, trauma experienced and held by peoples and the natural world, realities of misogyny, sexuality, institutionalized racism, the … Continue reading Those Who Tell Too Much; Ancestors and Missing, Murdered Women and Children
Does it feel foolish to you, impossible even, that your 'feeling too much' isn't that at all? Can you, even the tiniest of moments between the fear, understand that when you truly recognize what it is you're feeling and from whence it comes, you'll know it is the highest expression of love there is? That … Continue reading Afraid to feel?
I'm reading a book called Benediction by Kent Haruf. It's one of those that I'm forcing myself to finish for reasons I can't comprehend. It's annoying. Damn-near all dialogue and not a single quotation mark. There's a scene in which a preacher pisses off his congregation by suggesting that loving thine enemy and turning the … Continue reading Principles and Visitations from the Mother
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI56vKSELCg It often feels impossible to describe the love contained within me. Even when I cannot give it words, it frightens people. They seem to be confused that the course of love would somehow find them beyond their beliefs or behaviors, that they would be missed or their cry for help would be unheard, and … Continue reading Oceans of Love
They are more than mournable bodies whether disappeared or reinvented in a pimp's image, no less an image of God, in case you thought otherwise. Children of blood and bone, certainly; but beyond the skin they are or were in, they breathe fire and thread sinew. Sometimes, dripping it between the grains of sand they … Continue reading More than Mournable Bodies