Activism – Love the Dust

The rub

Father Zossima brings the congregation together for a final word with them…More

For my grandmother’s fearless curiosity, which at one time brought the family an unforgettable friendMore

Perhaps even our responsibility bears the mark of irresponsibilityMore

Sometimes it seems we are either dreaming of wholeness…or willingly fragmentedMore

Most things will end up becoming a storyMore

We used to pray for rain, for sustenanceMore

Perhaps when I finally sleep, I will dream and the world will be made newMore

Our love of certain things does not arise until we have been seduced to them.More

flecks and flickerings of…faith?More

It might be too late. It might not matterMore

Read, weep, rejoiceMore

Some of us did such and such in response to the endlessnessMore

…there is a cost to spirit for everything…More

In memory of a town whose struggle is only beginning. And not only a townMore

Every being demands attention, and every being is a vortexMore