It is intimate to speak to each other in these spaces.
We read your inner world.
We love your humanity. We love our humanity.
I left the city behind. Learned to grow a garden. Learned to love being with myself.
I remember living in the city. It cultivated the intellect, but left our hands out.
Now, over 30 years later, I have learned to build my own house. My hands now have meaning.
From another human, from a soul on earth, I offer you the invitation to investigate Earthbound Building and the work they are doing in the world, in Maryland. Their mission is to provide a space for Black and Brown, women, queer and trans folk to gain exposure and training in the building trades and traditional crafts...https://www.instagram.com/craftwellpplschool/ and https://earthboundbuilding.com
The pain is what connects us, far more than the joy or success or pleasure. Those who refuse to face their pain are cut off from the world, which aggravates the pain until they can't avoid it any longer, or die. Often, this leads to all kinds of crazy-seeming actions, all of which are really reactions against the trouble they experience, inside. How can we help them face our communal insecurity, help them see the light that shines from our pain?
It is intimate to speak to each other in these spaces.
We read your inner world.
We love your humanity. We love our humanity.
I left the city behind. Learned to grow a garden. Learned to love being with myself.
I remember living in the city. It cultivated the intellect, but left our hands out.
Now, over 30 years later, I have learned to build my own house. My hands now have meaning.
From another human, from a soul on earth, I offer you the invitation to investigate Earthbound Building and the work they are doing in the world, in Maryland. Their mission is to provide a space for Black and Brown, women, queer and trans folk to gain exposure and training in the building trades and traditional crafts...https://www.instagram.com/craftwellpplschool/ and https://earthboundbuilding.com
Blessings
February 7th, 2021
She’s been gone for two years now—
my daughter.
Listening to Keith Jarrett’s Koln Concert and it hits me—
what living with this
grief is like: I have to play a
broken piano
that also needs
a tune.
I could walk away
or stay
and use the keys I have left
to make something
Beautiful.
The pain is what connects us, far more than the joy or success or pleasure. Those who refuse to face their pain are cut off from the world, which aggravates the pain until they can't avoid it any longer, or die. Often, this leads to all kinds of crazy-seeming actions, all of which are really reactions against the trouble they experience, inside. How can we help them face our communal insecurity, help them see the light that shines from our pain?
Here's an album I've long loved for heart-break: https://open.spotify.com/album/1voioM8PNb0D8BJFUHLN7b?