Intentions are funny things. You can mean them when you say them and still not fulfill them. Say them and not mean them. Not even recognize them and still carry them out. You can recognize them ad hoc, post hoc, and everywhere in between. There is a term in the legal field, mens rea –… Continue reading Intentions & Eclipses
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Who are these men whose mothers taught to hate, who drank the sand instead of measuring out time’s lasting burden? We gnash and pray and witness but need words as strong as water, to erode stony hearts, soften blunt edges to more merciful terrain. (This morning I gathered with a group of women to celebrate… Continue reading #Charlottesville
I found altar flowers sitting at my doorstep this Sunday, wilting in the Florida August heat – their piety drained, sagging, heavy-blossomed red and peach-colored roses, tall purple somethings at mid-staff, smaller, brighter purple I don’t know whats fading – the weight of it all. I know my flowers about as well as my saints.… Continue reading
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