We see (and hear, and feel) a lot of what many might call 'ugliness' and acting out these days. While that's far from a new phenomenon, there are also spikes, or "Monstah Muck Waves," of it. Here's an interesting way... Continue Reading →
A bad hair day (or month) does not a Dark Night make.
Here’s an evocative and passionate spoken-word challenge from Rudy Francisco, via Arlene Summerton Smith (Thanks Arlene!) on just this topic.
Have a look at Rudy’s youtube video (shared by Arlene … follow the link below) and see what it stirs for you.
I have a bit of a headache this morning—a rare event for me. But I’m not complaining.
My house is overdue for a good scrub, and I really don’t like cleaning. But I’m not complaining.
Yesterday I had to pick my son up early from his school alpine ski team practice. The timing of the pick-up put us in rush-hour traffic. We snailed from one end of the city of Ottawa to the other at the paint-drying-watching speed of 20 kilometers per hour. But I’m not complaining.
Rudy Francisco set me straight. His poetry slam performance gives all of us first-world, privileged, spoiled folks a timely tongue lashing. I won’t complain because my inconveniences are not even tragedies. I don’t even need the tip of my tongue to accommodate them.
He fired me up for my day. I hope he does the same for you. Few, if any, of us…
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This gem about seeing with our other eyes arrived in my email inbox this morning from Transfiguration Monastery, a contemplative Benedictine community not far from where I currently dwell. This poem by the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, Lisel Mueller (b. February 8, 1924),... Continue Reading →