Mud caked jeans, goat yoga and more
Mud caked jeans, goat yoga and more
I am not closer to gaining any answers and my anxiety increases. No one tells you when you are young that being an adult is a perpetual exercise in worrying and wondering about what each next day is going to bring. No one tells you that relationships become more intricate and that there are no real answers, but more sub-plots, theories, and conjectures, which are, of course, very hard to prove or understand.
Images of war remind me of human cruelty and greed, but they also remind me of how beautiful and strong humans can be. We never remember those kicking the victims in the pictures, we only remember those faces who exude strength and love and desperation.
We cannot fight to crush Nazi brutality abroad and condone race riots at home. Those who fan the fires of racial clashes for the purpose of making political capital here at home are taking the first step toward Nazism (Henry Wallace)
Upon my soul rests the truth, a small creature, curled up in fear of being called a lie, a fake, and an untruthful lion roaring at unsuspecting victims. But, it is the truth nonetheless. It exists regardless of the beliefs surrounding it. It is uniform and unyielding. It is binding, and once you know it, you cannot force it back in its hiding place.
So the first train that came along with the promise of the "warm fuzzy love" (furry purring cat love), my pussy and I jumped on board and headed for oblivion. That I was objectified, used and abused in the name of God was really no matter. The misogynistic leaders convinced me that sex was love and my pussy was for service to God.
he end of 2016 invokes thoughts of death for me, not the morbid or terrifying sort that I should be afraid of, on the contrary, it invokes thoughts of natural cycle that I am a part of. I am thirty-six years old and this year I have begun to understand my own mortality
On this day with the reports from Aleppo flooding the news I am reminded of how little importance human life holds for the world’s leaders. Women, children, boys, men, young and old, weak and strong are just a collateral, disposable resource to be used for the purposes of establishing power and strong arming the opposition, winning elections and domestic approvals
If you want to form an opinion, be sure to turn the page and look at the other side. Come on, don't be afraid. A different opinion or an uncomfortable fact won't kill you. It may make you mad, but it will also make you think. Change your perspective, it is refreshing to do so. Changing perspectives of our children will lead to a change in the USA. How? We will wait and see.
I know that there is a long history of racial divide in this country, born out of fear of something different, this is being projected now to other nationalities and different religions, but the times have changed, we can and should do more and try harder and be with each other. Forget Facebook and news, heck, forget this post and go meet your neighbor. It is time to get involved, first locally in our communities, then project this when you travel, visit new places and don’t be afraid to talk to people, don’t stare at your phone at all times and ignore the person sitting next to you. Ask them who they are and tell them who you are. Change is hard and if I learned anything from these elections, change is necessary.
Across from the Lincoln Center in New York City, in an old church-like building with wooden pews, cracked plaster ceiling towering over her and the soft lighting, Amira Medunjanin performed Bosnian traditional folk songs “sevdah” for a crowd of approximately 400 people on October 29th.
Democratic Party was the party that prior to 1968 supported segregation and the war in Vietnam. They supported slavery and only a small number of Democrats in congress supported passing of the 13th amendment that abolished slavery. Roots of the Democratic Party were not as open or liberal as they seem to be in 2016.
To this day, I cannot believe that in only three years we moved from the sniper fire, shelling, death and hunger to a U2 concert, their POPMart tour. For me this was the first time that the world has come back to us. They arrived, the four of them, Bono, the Edge, Adam and Larry, bringing all that we yearned for, freedom, carelessness, release, life.
We all know that the days of affordable healthcare are long gone. In 2014 US healthcare spending has reached $3 trillion and for me this used to be an abstract figure to be pondered upon while I was reading morning papers. My recent encounter with laboratory bills for the tests that my doctor and my son's doctor ordered showed me how real these cost really were.
The line between neutrality and truth is blurred and we have started acknowledging hate talk as part of the freedom to express our views, in this case any views, even the murderous ones. We have become enablers in creating the environment, which helps shape peoples’ personalities, allowing them to draw on the dark, very alluring thoughts, that we alone are right, that we alone matter.
While we were walking around I sensed something that I typically do not sense with other museums. This museum, with its gravel road, its old engines sitting in front of it as if frozen in time, its small exhibit in the center of the old waiting room and typewriters and telegraph machines, had a sense of belonging to a family.
My husband tells a story about the moment he realized he is white. It happened on the first day he arrived to America at the JFK Airport in New York. He tells the story in a sort of a funny/serious way trying to say that there is some luck in the unlucky immigrant situation we find ourselves in. “At least we are white”, he says when the refugee crisis becomes a topic of the social media sites and hateful people come out saying that refugees should go back to where they came from.
Montreal is an ideal Europeanesque town to travel to with young children and feel like you are truly having a great international adventure.
These chicks stick to their views and do not apologize for their beliefs. This is the most important trait of America to me. Speak your mind even if your belief is not a popular one. It's very brave and very dangerous ofDixie Chicks to trudge through the sticky mud of "patriotic bashing" they received and are still receiving
Guilt in psychology is defined as a cognitive or an emotional experience that occurs when a person believes or realizes—accurately or not—that he or she has compromised his or her own standards of conduct or has violated a moral standard and bears significant responsibility for that violation. It is closely related to the concept of remors