I just had a spiritual experience while spring cleaning to the Black Eyed Peas.

I should emphasize that I don’t celebrate Easter. But yesterday on a whim I bought chocolate nonpareils, a candy that my grandmother favored, and put some on my house altar to honor her and a holiday that my ancestors observed.

Then while spring cleaning today in front of the altar, “Pump It” came on one of my Pandora stations. Spontaneously, I started dancing and had this sudden flash of insight that our ancestors *want* us to enjoy life, to dance and listen to music and take in beautiful spring days.

It felt profound and yet obvious at the same time. And I received it like something between a blessing and an obligation.

Thanks for the spiritual high five, grandmother. <3

A day of walking, shared stories, confessions of humanity – love, loss, and nonlinear time. On the way home, I whisper to a telephone pole, “Remember the earth and sky and how you once swayed in the breeze.” When we tell our truths, the world spins more easily on its axis.

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender

From the “Truisms” series by Jenny Holzer

The usually colorful Cyrille was quite somber when I arrived for a long overdue haircut. A friend of his died yesterday, he shared with me quietly. Then not even five minutes later, one of his fellow stylists cried out, “He’s here!” while staring intently at her phone. Her baby nephew had just been born. It was a sweet and poignant moment, as she dashed around the room showing off his picture to everyone.

I’ve begun to think of humanity as a kind of wild and beautiful macroorganism. Something more profound than mere empathy is at play in our shared joys and pains. When we honor and respect one another, we are really aiding and nurturing ourselves. And when we hurt each other, whether through violence or callous disdain, we harm not just an individual but our collective being.

We are blessed in that we can consciously shape our collective future. I can almost see it, a great flowering of humanity over time. Ancestors, activists, and inventors–many before us have given to build the world we share today. Can we do no less for future generations?

I believe, naively perhaps, but quite passionately, that we have the ability to create heaven on earth. It happens when we share our stories with one another, acknowledge each other with compassion, lend a helping hand, and ask for support when we need it.

I’m not Christian. And Goddess knows I have issues aplenty with the Church as an institution. But I have to confess that I love Ash Wednesday.

It’s not even that I participate in the practice. But I enjoy seeing people in their suits or everyday clothing with this mark of Mystery on their foreheads.

With so much compartmentalized in our lives, it’s a refreshing reminder that, for those of us who are people of faith, the spiritual is with us always, and practices which transcend logic but feed a person’s soul have a place in our everyday worlds.

James Baldwin on Love

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via Naterade and Kitsi in a box

 

Michael Byrne decries how most of the things we post about ourselves these days are already “refined and sculpted for optimum social networking consumption”. Behold Craigslistmirrors, an unguarded view of people and their living environments. The images can be quirky, sometimes surreal, and strikingly tender.

(via Motherboard).

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Imbolc 2014Walked home from the store today midst patches of half-melted snow, fitting at this midway point between Winter and Spring. It’s a time of uncertainty and hope, and we may find ourselves questioning if the warmth will ever really return. Taking personal stock, I remember what our ancestors once knew so intimately—pace yourself, ask for help when reserves run low, and savor each mild day as a gift. Spring will be here soon. Blessed be.

“I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.”

–Tracee Ellis Ross

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