Swoons

“If I must be wrung through the paradox — broken into wholeness, wring me around the moon; pelt me with particles from the dark side. Fling me into space; hide me in a black hole. Let me dance with devils on dead stars. Let my scars leave brilliant traces, for my highborn soul seeks its hell — in high places.” Avah Pevlor Johnson

j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved
j. ruth kelly, all rights reserved

 

Enough Free People? No.

“After we protested and went to jail and then went to court and was—had a guilty verdict, right? That week, the president came to New York and said, ‘Edward Koch was one of the great mayors in the last 50 years,’ and then said, ‘Michael Bloomberg was a terrific mayor.’ Now, this is the same person saying we’ve got to care for black boys, and black boys are being intimidated, harassed, humiliated, 1,800 a day. It’s just not a matter of pretty words, Mr. President. You’ve got to follow through in action. You see, you can’t use the words to hide and conceal your mendacity, hypocrisy and the support of criminality—or enactment of criminality when it comes to drones, you see.

And the sad thing is, Sister Amy, is that we just don’t have enough free people, let alone free black people. Black people, we settled for so little, so we get a little symbolic gesture, we get a little identification, and like on MSNBC, which is part of the Obama plantation, they start breakdancing again: ‘Oh, isn’t it so wonderful? He’s really one of us. We can now wave the flag again. We can now support our mindless Americanism,’ in the language of my dear brother Maulana Karenga, intellectual that he is. No. We ought to be over against injustice, no matter what, across the board, and be vigilant about it. I don’t care what color the president or the governor or the mayor is.” — Cornel West in an interview with Amy Goodman of Democracy Now

On Trees…

(And people especially)

“When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” Hermann Hesse

Sweetness

Strip away these stony shields… curl me up a budding nudity, shining open in love’s sweetest light; melt me down a soulful vulnerability pulsing, humming yum ‘til all the lil masks fall laughing on the ground, bowing to the best of real, unfolding heart, heart, heart…

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2012

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2012

Courageous Hearts…

“If we were fearless we wouldn’t need to be brave. Fear is part of every human life- it arises & fades away & arise again- & still we go on living. Reminds me of a quote from Viktor Frankl, author of Man’s Search For Meaning, survivor of the WWII concentration camps: ‘What is to give light must endure burning.’ We are marked, melted & molded, tried, tested & tempered by life. And still our courageous hearts choose life.” Oriah House from her Facebook page, Oriah Mountain Dreamer

‘nough said…