it smells like rain already, although not a drop has fallen
the air is thick with promise
Friday, May 27, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
i'm very tempted to open a Facebook account simply to amass support for Israeli human rights group Breaking the Silence, recently in danger of being muzzled.
perhaps politics will push me onto this unpleasant platform after all.. getting more determined by the minute.
perhaps politics will push me onto this unpleasant platform after all.. getting more determined by the minute.
Friday, May 13, 2016
spent the morning drive in tears while listening to reports of spontaneous kindness
...stories about bewildered firefighters who battled city-blocks of flame in Fort McMurray and who saved and comforted beloved pets with the same determination as they did their owners; about people like Renee "Belt Drive Betty" Charbonneau, who rallied the motorcycle clubs of Canada and Alberta to deliver food and water to first responders (many of whom had not had anything to eat in days), who, herself, spent days and nights on a park bench to keep the system going; people like Eldon Hankins, a 27-year-old truck driver who spent countless hours on the road, on the phone, chasing down tow trucks, reuniting evacuees with their abandoned cars, because in vast, flat Alberta, your vehicle is your life
i'm crying even as i write this.
deeply, deeply touched by all i've heard..
...stories about bewildered firefighters who battled city-blocks of flame in Fort McMurray and who saved and comforted beloved pets with the same determination as they did their owners; about people like Renee "Belt Drive Betty" Charbonneau, who rallied the motorcycle clubs of Canada and Alberta to deliver food and water to first responders (many of whom had not had anything to eat in days), who, herself, spent days and nights on a park bench to keep the system going; people like Eldon Hankins, a 27-year-old truck driver who spent countless hours on the road, on the phone, chasing down tow trucks, reuniting evacuees with their abandoned cars, because in vast, flat Alberta, your vehicle is your life
i'm crying even as i write this.
deeply, deeply touched by all i've heard..
Thursday, May 12, 2016
... the worst dream last night and the most difficult to explain. it was a world where many froze; where you could spread this death with a mere touch; where i lost someone dear to me and experienced such grief.. such rage.. that i spread my arms and wept and screamed and carelessly touched a stranger
when that stranger's face screwed up in pain as the molecules that held her together began to spread, for some reason, and harden, and when she gasped and howled silently in terror, i felt that it was me; that i had done it to myself..
when that stranger's face screwed up in pain as the molecules that held her together began to spread, for some reason, and harden, and when she gasped and howled silently in terror, i felt that it was me; that i had done it to myself..
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
simple indeed, and not in my usual style... but lovingly envisioned on a road trip with my father; inspired by the protests of khordaad; inspired by the brilliant underground of my parents' generation
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