These feeds feed us.

This morning I told my friends on Facebook that I may need to break up with them. They took it well. It’s not a permanent breakup, really. It’s just a trial separation. And it’s not even about them. I like them. Especially the ones I really know. I like them …

Trust.

Trust your 2AM ideas. Trust them enough to get out of bed to write them down. You at least owe them that for their effort. An idea shook me awake last night, and it continues to nudge at me like… Get up. This could work. Don’t sleep on this. She’s …

It’s hard to rest.

It’s hard to rest this near the end. Hard to know when to lay my burden down. Jesus says, “Now,” but I say, “Hold on one second…I need to post this.” I’m tired. There are 10 books on my desk. Three on my nightstand. That doesn’t count the shelves of …

Comments…

You cannot publish comments on this blog. It isn’t that I don’t value your voice. That’s not it at all. I think that channeling and expressing one’s voice is one of the most important things a person can do with their life. This just isn’t a space for collaborative writing. In short, I …

Act.

What is the work of justice? What is the work of love-in-action? Members of our community are beginning to float these questions. There is a need to act, but also a need to protect ourselves. People are tender right now. Distraught, even. A quarter of eligible voters in the US …

I may not sleep for years.

This is triage. Can you stand? Can you walk? If so, we need you. That is how it feels right now. The emotions in this place are debilitating, but there is still a need to walk. There is still a need to move. People need to be fed, and I …