“You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”-Thoreau

I see the boy in you

As you sit
Rooted in your chair
Making declarations
I see the boy in you
Softly smiling
Watching his feet dangle below.

I try to listen
To you
As you build up your walls
But I giggle to myself
When I see his tiny hands
Turning white
As he pulls himself up.
I see only his eyes
Peering at me
From the other side
Asking me to stay.

You play it cool
And he dances.
You lie
And he lets me know.
You rage
And he weeps.

And sometimes
When I’m very lucky
I see you both
Acting in the same moment.
It is those times
That keep me coming back.
It is in those moments
I know you
Because you know you.

And when that little boy is sad
And sitting in the corner
I want to be there
For him.
So he can crawl into my lap
And bury his face in my sweater.

I want to keep him warm
And kiss his forehead
And tell him how beautiful his tears are.

And when he’s ready
I’ll send him back to you
Lighter and brighter
And ready
To dance.

A Revolution is Raging

A revolution is taking place against the powers that be and there are two kinds of people participating:

1. People filled with spirit, passion, courage, and faith in their cause.

and

2. People who have no idea there is a war going on.

Both groups are equally powerful.

Be relentless in your you search for knowledge but
patient in your quest for wisdom.

The Violence Must END.

On the night of October 24th, in California, a 15 year old woman was brutally gang raped by 10 young men behind her school at a homecoming dance while lookers on took pictures on their cell phones.

In this article from Revolution Newspaper links are made between this event and the society that produces such horrible acts of violence against women and girls.

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Heroine of the Week #1

Simone de Beauvoir
(1908-1986)
French philosopher, feminist, writer, woman

For her mind.
For her courage to express her thoughts
to an audience that was both
scared of her ideas and
in desperate need of her wisdom.
For her ability to make her ideas
accessible.
For her strong partnership
to her equally brilliant love, Sartre.
For the ferocity with which she sought out information.
For her revolutionary ways.
For her heart that had one eye
on the greater good.
For her writing that enlightens us
and makes her immortal.
For all of this
She is our heroine of the week.

"To show your true ability is always, in a sense, to surpass the limits of your ability, to go a little beyond them: to dare, to seek, to invent; it is at such a moment that new talents are revealed, discovered, and realized."

"One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman."

do not fail to read the poetry written in the clouds