Tag Archives: social justice
We are not the first to struggle, and we will not be the last. Here’s some images I’ve taken heart from. I hope you do, too. Advertisements
In the wake of rising awareness about police violence, particularly toward communities of color, I’ve been thinking a lot about ways to counteract police violence. While its a radical solution (because I am in fact a radical) I believe the … Continue reading →
What everyday actions are you taking to make the world a more equal place? What gifts do you bring to your social justice work? What fears do you have about your social justice work?
Joy is overblown, a little voice whispers in the back of our heads. Who needs joy? Can’t you just be happy? Or content? And besides, terrible things are happening in the world! How can we feel joy in the face of … Continue reading →
Some thoughts to mull over on the nature of compassion and your experiences with it… Where have you made extraordinary efforts to be compassionate? What has resulted from your compassion? Who do you find it hard to be compassionate toward? … Continue reading →
To my sisters in the streets (and to my brothers and sibling that march with them): May your voices rise like a clarion call Strong and clear, rallying the world to our defense May your words pierce the heart with … Continue reading →
Wait, you might be thinking. Haven’t you been talking all along about everyone’s inherent divinity? How everyone deserves help, compassion, forgiveness? Doesn’t this idea of personal protection go against all that? Doesn’t everyone deserve protection? Well….yes.
Dear Mr. Helpful… And, actually, Ms. And Mrs. and Mx. Helpful as well, I know most of us feel the urge to help those in need. However, in the future, I’d like you to consider a few things.
1. How do you raise awareness for the social justice cause(s) near to your heart? 2. Why are you dedicated to the causes that you are? 3. When do you struggle with intersectionality? Share your answers in the comments!
Lady Who Hears the Cries of the World, Hear my cry When people are being gunned down in the streets When the places that are supposed to be safe Become killing grounds (Oh spirits of the beloved dead, Pulse, Orlando, … Continue reading →