Scrolling by sleeves and shelves of prepackaged compartments of watered down gratitude. Drowning in badges and blabbage that prove nothing. The monotony of abundance; splashing waves of shouting look this way and that. Who knows what it’s all about anymore. I could shout from the rooftops too ya know. But it’d just be more madness, more static to pile top the incessant noise. The chatter. Meh. Not today, thanks. There’s beauty, sometimes, in keeping it safely and softly tucked inside crisp cold sheets of grey matter. You’ve got your own hustle and bustle anyway. It’s okay. Thank you. I’m thankful, and that’s enough.
It’s easy to feel stretched thin. The kids, the dog, work, family. Time for chores? For shampooing the rug and dusting the tippy tops of the valences? Forget it. There’s never enough time to do it all. In The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien wrote, “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” Gosh, he must’ve been a working mother in a past life, or maybe just looking on the inside my head. Or maybe it’s just a part of the human condition. How many days have you felt like you couldn’t catch up, like a hobbit on the brink of collapse?
The problem with or maybe the cause of all this is that I like saying yes. I like doing for others. It feels good. Giving, helping, accomplishing-feels pretty darn fabulous. Selfishly I like to be the person doing it all. Seeing your efforts sparkle in someone else’s eyes is priceless. That is, only if you aren’t stretched so bad you can actually take a second to see it.
Sometimes we miss it. Sometimes when you go past the point of what you can take, where the giving is painful. Times when there’s not enough of you to give.
It’s been said, “don’t give till it hurts, give till it feels good.” Most days I want to throw my hands up, but every once in a great while I can say that dammit, I did something today that was amazing.
Today I had that sort of day.
I feel lucky I got to witness a special moment of someone else’s joy. Today was a good day and the thinness didn’t feel so buttery.
Every time a bunch of people care about something, there’s a bunch of other folks yelling, “so why don’t you care about this.”
You sound like my kids when I give one of them a cookie and the others cry, “but why can’t I have a cookie!?”
When water was being dumped on our heads they said, “what about my disease?” When pink ribbons were sold, they said, “what about my color ribbon?” When ‘Black Lives Matter’ started they rebutted that all lives mattered. When People started changing their profile pictures to blue white and red, they cried back, “what about Lebanon?” And so on, it doesn’t end.
Sometimes causes catch fire because they hit home. Sometimes our actions fill a void. Sometimes hearts need mending. Sometimes life isn’t even.
I mean, I didn’t tell them they couldn’t have a cookie. They can too, but it’s that perception that everything that happens is black and white, is yes or no, is them and us.
Sometimes life doesn’t have an answer. Sometimes heartbreak is just too strong. Sometimes the bottom falls out and we don’t know what else to do but change our profiles to resemble flags and reflect and yell and cry and say the wrong thing; to forget about others. Our tears as blinders. Our focus small. This thing, this time, this turn. Prier pour Paris
Entertainment Weekly released a series of photos featuring Charlie Hunnam as King Arthur.. And let me just say that I will be tuning in.
Can you Haiku?
Sodden pelting wash
Rising spring things desire
Left my rain boots home
Rachel Dolezal resigned today as president of NAACP’s Spokane chapter amid controversy of her apparent lying about being black; she released a statement that was posted on the chapter’s Facebook page. See statement below:
Dear Executive Committee and NAACP Members,
It is a true honor to serve in the racial and social justice movement here in Spokane and across the nation. Many issues face us now that drive at the theme of urgency. Police brutality, biased curriculum in schools, economic disenfranchisement, health inequities, and a lack of pro-justice political representation are among the concerns at the forefront of the current administration of the Spokane NAACP. And yet, the dialogue has u…nexpectedly shifted internationally to my personal identity in the context of defining race and ethnicity.
I have waited in deference while others expressed their feelings, beliefs, confusions and even conclusions – absent the full story. I am consistently committed to empowering marginalized voices and believe that many individuals have been heard in the last hours and days that would not otherwise have had a platform to weigh in on this important discussion. Additionally, I have always deferred to the state and national NAACP leadership and offer my sincere gratitude for their unwavering support of my leadership through this unexpected firestorm.
While challenging the construct of race is at the core of evolving human consciousness, we can NOT afford to lose sight of the five Game Changers (Criminal Justice & Public Safety, Health & Healthcare, Education, Economic Sustainability, and Voting Rights & Political Representation) that affect millions, often with a life or death outcome. The movement is larger than a moment in time or a single person’s story, and I hope that everyone offers their robust support of the Journey for Justice campaign that the NAACP launches today!
I am delighted that so many organizations and individuals have supported and collaborated with the Spokane NAACP under my leadership to grow this branch into one of the healthiest in the nation in 5 short months. In the eye of this current storm, I can see that a separation of family and organizational outcomes is in the best interest of the NAACP.
It is with complete allegiance to the cause of racial and social justice and the NAACP that I step aside from the Presidency and pass the baton to my Vice President, Naima Quarles-Burnley. It is my hope that by securing a beautiful office for the organization in the heart of downtown, bringing the local branch into financial compliance, catalyzing committees to do strategic work in the five Game Changer issues, launching community forums, putting the membership on a fast climb, and helping many individuals find the legal, financial and practical support needed to fight race-based discrimination, I have positioned the Spokane NAACP to buttress this transition.
Please know I will never stop fighting for human rights and will do everything in my power to help and assist, whether it means stepping up or stepping down, because this is not about me. It’s about justice. This is not me quitting; this is a continuum. It’s about moving the cause of human rights and the Black Liberation Movement along the continuum from Resistance to Chattel Slavery to Abolition to Defiance of Jim Crow to the building of Black Wall Street to the Civil Rights and Black Power Movement to the #BlackLivesMatter movement and into a future of self-determination and empowerment.
With much love and a commitment to always fight for what is right and good in this world,
In the bottom of the 8th inning in last night’s game between Kansas City Royals and the Minnesota Twins, Torii Hunter gets into it with the umpire and sheds his elbow guards, helmet and even his jersey on the field in spectacular tantrum after getting tossed. *slow clap for performance, Torii*