from this lovely person
My Pot Belly And I
my pot belly and i sing love songs to each other
like lullabies of broken hearts
and dreams waiting to join at the hip
yeah, my pot belly and i
my pot belly and i have been through a lot together
cold winters snuggled up under 5 blankets
like a burrito wrap of love and longing
yeah, my pot belly and i
my pot belly and i have done some ruckus causin’ shit
went to protests and roared
I AM NOT INVISIBLE
yeah, my pot belly and i
my pot belly and i have ignored severely discouraging advertisements
about thin bellies
and non existant hips
where people have bullied incesseantly our need to be visible
our need to be loved
this is not just about fatness
or body positivity
or even a society that says that pot bellies have no place here
it is about longing to love ourselves
and want ourselves
the way we are and not the way you deem we should act
my pot belly and i wear clothes too small
and jeans too tight
and let everything hang out
and let everything feel free
to do what we want when we want
how we want it
yeah, my pot belly and i love me
A psalm of Asaph.
1 God presides over heaven’s court;
he pronounces judgment on the heavenly beings:
2 “How long will you hand down unjust decisions
by favoring the wicked?
3 “Give justice to the poor and the orphan;
uphold the rights of the oppressed and the destitute.
4 Rescue the poor and helpless;
deliver them from the grasp of evil people.
5 But these oppressors know nothing;
they are so ignorant!
They wander about in darkness,
while the whole world is shaken to the core.
6 I say, ‘You are gods;
you are all children of the Most High.
7 But you will die like mere mortals
and fall like every other ruler.’”
8 Rise up, O God, and judge the earth,
for all the nations belong to you.
We read this at Morning Prayer today. I pretty much never read the bible and so when I come across stuff like this, especially in the Old Testament, I am taken back and get teary because it’s not just these radical christians doing a brand new thing but an ancient practice of justice and love passed down from grandparent to grandchild. A sacred relic that flourishes through fire and withstands the Armageddon or the Zombie Apocalypse or whatever you would like to imagine the end of the world to be.
Yah, that’s all.
Peace and Grace.
Wanderlust, I don’t care if I am never able to travel or explore the earth. I do, though, desire to explore life and what I have with and within me in depth. I fall in love with pieces of paper and stones, taking certain furniture with me everywhere I live. Wanderlust, to desire and throb for a searching, for a roaming, to see and find beautiful things, to lust after that moment when the sunlight hits the city a particular way, when all the stars align which makes your heart thump, tears well and lip quiver.
The drive home, the last pages of your favourite book, a fucking perfect song, it is these moments we all are in search of. Some of us are awake to it, others are already immersed in it and others are so drowned by hopelessness that they forget it even existed.
It’s like my chest has arms or tentacles and just want to embrace the earth, the sun rays, and all the people I come across. As I lie on the grass my chest hugs and kisses the ground, lovers that will finally become one when I am buried. The arms within my chest will turn to sprouts and make mud into meadows, dirt into forests where the birds of the air can rest their wings and dream of all the beauty of the earth.
I pine for and feel beauty, for the perfection of green and purple and orange and blue. The world swells and it seems like it all breathes, my heart taking the form of the universe and pulsating through. My blood vessels morphing into branches of the peppercorn tree I lie under.
Apon seeing Kathy Kelly speak this evening, hoping to gain some answers on the Palestine/Israeli conflict, it has left me not knowing where to stand as a christian and as a supporter (and wishing I have the balls to do what they do) of non-violence. activism.
I guess, I should look up this issue more myself but whenever I do, I become more lost. I hear bland versions and hate filled rants that curdle my blood. When I ask people about the issue, they speak their opinions in heavily biassed and one-sided ways.
I am confused and dont know where to stand on this. If I “side” with the Israeli’s, I seem inhumane, and insensitive, but if I see what is happening and react I seem anti-Israeli, “non-christian”.
What if I don’t want to choose any side and wish these men would act like men of God and Allah? What if I choose both sides?
So, if anyone is reading this, please give me your heartfelt, love filled thoughts and banterings. No rage, no hate, no slandering or pointing of fingers.
1Now when Jesus saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, 2and he began to teach them saying:
3″Cursed are the haughty in spirit,
for they shall be denied the kingdom of heaven.
4 Cursed are those who delight in the suffering of others,
for they will be tormented.
5 Cursed are the arrogant,
for they will be robbed of the earth.
6 Cursed are those who hunger and thirst for selfishness gain,
for they will be emptied.
7 Cursed are the violent,
for no mercy will be shown to them.
8 Cursed are those whose hearts are hardened,
for God will not know them in the end.
9 Cursed are the warmongers,
for they will be called sons of Satan.
10Cursed are those who persecute and hate their neighbor,
for theirs is a life of bitterness, and the way of death.
11″Cursed are you when you ignore me, reject Me, and do all kinds of evil toward your neighbor in My name. 12 Despair and be sad, because great is your reward in hell, for in the same way they persecuted the One who came before you, so you ignore Me.
I keep thinking I’m seeing squished mice everywhere because of the “plague” in the western suburbs…
Reminding me of the mice from maus
God hates fags, God loves all.
Hey God, will you make up your fucking mind?
For a group that is meant to represent unity, we are one divided fucked up bunch.