Lovely photograph with lovelier words…
Originally posted on random acts of writing [+ art]:
After weeks of too cold too snowy too icy, a sunny, blue-sky 45-degree moment arrived yesterday. I wasted no time and went to the woods.
So did the 4,335 thoughts I’ve been carrying around with me since December.
The lot of us followed a well-trod path through the forest on a slow, not-so-quiet, walk around the pond.
“Will you just shut up,” I kept admonishing them, out loud, like a crazy woman muttering under her breath. (No wonder I’ve been feeling like The Shining’s Jack Torrance lately.)
By the end of the walk I almost recognized my self. I almost felt again like that beautiful zen creature who effortlessly finds quiet in the woods. Almost, but not quite.
Photo ©2014, Jen Payne
The Vagina Monologues… at Columbia University – like yesterday, I think?
Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:
The noted collection by Eve Ensler brings attention to the plight of women in the world. As a part of the global V-Day Campaigns, the controversial play is an unapologetic pronouncement in femininity and sexuality. It critiques the hardships many self-identified women face, while acknowledging the social rewards and come with carrying emotive female genitalia.
Already a contentious staple in cultural dialogue, the Columbia VagMo run will feature an all women of color cast. The added layer of race, self identity, and ethnic background are sure to arouse suspicion and hesitancy from those people uncomfortable with unabashed diversity.
I will be in the play. I’m The Woman Who Loved to Make Vaginas Happy. My monologue is challenging; I’m a tax attorney turned lesbian dominatrix. I go into detail about my rise in profession, and how much I love the…
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One of mine.
Originally posted on DooRFrame Books:
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What has love got to do with anything?
Originally posted on Resting in His Grace:
Some scholarly individuals say that he was a priest executed on February 14 because he would not deny his faith in Christ.
Others say that Valentine was a romantic Christian during Emperor Claudius II reign. When the emperor outlawed all marriages and engagements, Valentine secretly performed the nuptial ceremonies. For this reason he was beheaded on February 14.
And still others claim that Valentine was killed because he helped Christians escape from prison.
There is a legend that the reason we give Valentine cards is because the daughter of Valentine’s jailer fell in love with the saint during his confinement. Valentine wrote a letter to his love and signed it…yes, you can see it coming….”From Your Valentine”.
My ethnic heritage claims Saint Valentine as the patron saint of beekeepers. …
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 45,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 17 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Originally posted on In The Parlor:
Today, there are 2 news stories that have been circulating all over my Facebook and Twitter news feeds. One you are probably aware of, the other maybe not. The two, though, are closely related. The first news story is the indefinite suspension of Duck Dynasty star Phil Robertson due to the comments he made during an interview with GQ magazine. The second news story is about the “defrocking” of Pennsylvania UMC pastor Frank Schaefer after he performed the marriage for his gay son and subsequent refusal to submit to church law regarding this action. The link between these two stories is clear. The church’s views (or, in the case of Duck Dynasty, a certain understanding of the Christian faith’s views) regarding homosexuality.
The reaction to both of these stories has been…emphatic, to say the least. The debate over the “rightness or wrongness” of homosexuality has once again…
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Originally posted on ∙ tenderheartmusings ∙:
till I am brimming
a little more
till I overflow
with what a lifetime
as you slowly
trickle down my sides
keep flowing in
till all I can feel
has been spoken
more has been heard,
take two steps closer
and revive me
with your touch
without a sound
with your whisper
and remind me
what I have forgotten
remind me of you
with a paint brush then
in your painting
till I am one
with your colours
take me home
art by Pery Burge : http://www.chronoscapes.com