Our neighbors who run the little shop below our apartment gave us a loaf of bread for Christmas. I was so surprised and delighted that I kissed their cheeks.
It’s a small thing—but to me, an expat so often feeling out of place, that loaf of bread was a gift of disarming generosity and kindness.
Thanks to all of you who are looking out for your neighbors; you may never know just how much it means.
“The Olinka girls do not believe girls should be educated. When I asked a mother why she thought this, she said: A girl is nothing to herself; only to her husband can she become something.
What can she become? I asked.
Why, she said, the mother of his children.
But I am not the mother of anybody’s children, I said, and I am something.”
I’m working on a piece about ways to support friends, neighbors and family members who experience the holidays as a tough time of year.
Do you have any input for what helps or hurts when supporting your loved ones?
Dec 7 is always one of the best (albeit loudest) days of the year in the barrio. The streets are lined with candles!
I had the happy idea that what I do not understand is more real than what I do,
and then the happier idea to buckle myself
into two blue velvet shoes.
I had the happy idea to polish the reflecting glass and say
hello to my own blue soul. Hello, blue soul. Hello.
It was my happiest idea.
- Mary Szybist, http://bit.ly/1keNYdq
(Lester after the Western)
Strong Men, riding horses. In the West
On a range five hundred miles. A Thousand. Reaching
From dawn to sunset. Rested blue to orange.
From hope to crying. Except that Strong Men are
Desert-eyed, except that Strong Men are
Pasted to stars already. Have their cars
Beneath them. Rentless, too. Too broad of chest
To shrink when the Rough Man hails. Too flailing
To re-direct the Challenger, when the challenge
Nicks; slams; buttonholes. Too saddled.
I am not like that. I pay rent, am addled
By illegible landlords, run, if robbers call.
What mannerisms I present, employ,
Are camouflage, and what my mouths remark
To word-wall off that broadness of the dark
I am not brave at all.
I’m thrilled to share good news from here in Colombia! The farming community, Las Pavas, that I’ve shared so much about here on Brave Love won the National Peace Prize earlier this week.
Big love to our brothers and sisters in Las Pavas and their partners like the Christian Peacemaker Teams - Colombia who are doing the gritty and slow work of nonviolent resistance.
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"This powerful photo says so much about Jim Kelley, and it says even more about running.
It was Jim’s last group run. It was exactly the way he would have wanted it, everybody enjoying the camaraderie. He would have thought it was the coolest thing on the planet.”
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