Myeshia Johnson

Myeshia Johnson is on the minds of many, today. I post these icons of Saint Mary Magdalene — who was also unjustly scorned — and the Black Madonna in honor of her suffering. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.  –Jesus, from the Sermon On The Mount As rain falls equally on the just and the unjust, do not burden your heart with judgments but rain your kindness equally on all.  –The Buddha   Washington Post: In Trump’s response to Myeshia Johnson, many black women see a pattern NPR: ‘It Made Me Cry Even Worse’  

Art is just another word for hope

Last night while watching the stars, I had a moment of insight that’s sticking with me, today. It might not seem profound to most people, but it rang like a bell in my brain: It’s all an elaborate game that we’re watching play out in front of us. From the crazy-making politics of our current administration to the manipulation of truth, we are under assault in an endless game of political dodge-ball — over which we have only influence, at best. And since dodge-ball has been known to leave bruises, a tough hide is required. Calling for a time-out does not…

Excuse me, Mr Prezident …

Words. A torrent of words continue to be written and spoken and shouted about the cataclysm in Puerto Rico brought on by Hurricane Maria. My near-obsession with this on-going tragedy has left me at a loss for words, nearly. I could rant. I could name-call. I could point out the raging hypocrisy of the Divider-In-Chief, but what good will that do? Friends and allies will agree with me. Die-hard defenders of this pitiful excuse for a president will not. Where does that leave us, besides frustrated and angry, and at a stalemate, while desperate people are dying? These words from…