To old tongues
Languages of greed and grim fortune,
Of selfish desires taken so eloquently
To words long lasting, out lasting earthly wisdom.
As church leaves its people
Destitute, forlorn, wishing they had left first
A relationship committed to zealous certainty.
When love is lost It is found purely Not in a built place But in the crux of people, In the hallowed halls of hearts, In the ideologically lonely corners of minds Where, nevermind the greed, lives worth, The worthiness of all of us, the truth of all of us, The material gain left fettered, pitied, cast…
When I was married to a narcissist, some friends would question my judge of character. Some mocked and chastised me in my own home. “You married too young,” one said. “We told you so,” another whispered. Two others gathered in the kitchen late at night, making plans, while I lingered in the dark hallway. I was too foolish, too tied down, too backwards for their wild travels ahead.
This story is not to demand justice or apologies. This story is just to say, I know what it’s like to be fooled. I know what it’s like to wait and want…
In Part One, we explored the intersection of real social justice, politics, and narcissistic abuse. We dove deeply into the grief and the anger. I also shared how I overcame my fear of getting canceled and how my mother inspires me to live freely by dancing like no one’s watching.
In Part Two, we will look closer at the complicated emotions rolling out along with the Covid-19 vaccines. Amid the unrest, let’s find a little more joy and perhaps peace and hope.
If you’re ready to win what Aldous Huxley deemed “The Final Revolution” and ready to play your role…
“There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution”
― Aldous Huxley, 1961, author of Brave New World
This piece is not for everyone. I’ve been dancing…
Planets aligning in celebration
For what on earth could they be?
Our ceilings shattering, our floors crumbling
Lost, veiled illusions spinning for too long on the rings of Saturn.
Artists know the difference between illusion and truth.
We are all artists in The New Age
Where the word “all” is met with love, not separation.
Every poem is born real, and the ink never runs dry.
Tangled in the wires of a pen, I’m not sure what will happen. That’s why you’re here, aren’t you? For a pious poet’s prediction? Open your eyes wider to the future that lives in…
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” — Zora Neale Hurston
Collectively, we are in an elusive in-between place. We are facing unknowns by fixating on apparent certainties. We are recovering. We are exploring shadows and finding true light. I feel, with all my being, that we are birthing a new earth. It is a miraculous time.
In seemingly every part of 2020, I’m being told to grieve and fear. But the stars and celestial bodies are speaking to me in different tones.
The most polarizing position you can take these days is uninhibited love.
When June hit, it was you who took me in for who I am. It was you who loved me unconditionally. It was you who welcomed my questions. You accepted me fully as a complicated, conflicted halfie. As my political views split with my bi-ethnicity, you gave me the space to feel whole again―to walk the other side without any expectation that I would stay there.
As the unrest for racial justice reached a boiling point, I did too. When one half of me was supposed to feel…
I am the undecided unicorn voter you’ve been searching for. And I am not undecided really — I am morally torn.
Being torn in half by two questionable choices is nothing new for me. My first time was post-9/11 when President Bush declared the Axis of Evil and insisted, “You’re either with us or against us.” I was a 12-year-old “other” — a white half-middle eastern kid shunned to the margins of a town of churches and pizza places. …
Speak to a flower sweetly, and it will grow. Speak to a flower callously and it will still grow, just in different ways. I know this. I’ve been that flower.
Like gardeners, we choose what we feed. We can feed fear. We can feed hope. We can feed love. This language of growth is pulling me through 2020 and, through my lens as a writer and interviewer, I want to share how I am reframing non-violent communication as kind communication while navigating some difficult conversations.
One question beneath the surface of our discord is: How can we stay compassionate even…
“If I have one message to give to the secular American people, it’s that the world is not divided into countries. The world is not divided between East and West. You are American, I am Iranian, we don’t know each other, but we talk together and we understand each other perfectly. The difference between you and your government is much bigger than the difference between you and me. And the difference between me and my government is much bigger than the difference between me and you. And our governments are very much the same.”
-Marjane Satrapi, Iranian-born French graphic novelist…
Living in between. Empowering empaths and survivors through story. Let’s grow together.