We Are All Nuns! →
Fantastic piece about Pope Benedict’s attack on nuns. Read & share!
There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding,...– Beloved by Toni Morrison (via transformfeminism)
But I might walk vast expanses of earth and always be beginning and I love...– Sarah J. Sloat, from “Training” (via poesies)
Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life…And when I sleep, let...– Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via bookmania)
The Adipositivity Project →
“The Adipositivity Project aims to promote size acceptance, not by listing the merits of big people, or detailing examples of excellence (these things are easily seen all around us), but rather, through a visual display of fat physicality. The sort that’s normally unseen. The hope is to widen definitions of physical beauty. Literally.”
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling...– Andrea Gibson (via transformfeminism)
[There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed.] But a slip of light stays, like...– Jane Hirshfield, from “Three Times My Life Has Opened”, last poem in The Lives of the Heart (via the-final-sentence)
NPR Speaks with Sister Simone Campbell about... →
“Leadership doesn’t know how to deal with strong women and so their way is to try and shape us into whatever they think we should be.” “When you don’t work everyday with people who live at the margins of our society, it’s so much easier to make easy statements about who’s right and who’s wrong,” Campbell said. “Life is way more...
"Vatican Reprimands U.S. Nuns Group" →
This is not ok. Blind faith is not true faith. Questions are a necessary part of faith. Rock on, nuns. Dismantle the patriarchy.
Dear daughter... →
calystarose: Dear daughter- You should know that you are hated. I’m not sure why they hate you. You didn’t do anything to them. You don your princess crown, take up your sword, and pretend at Pokemon. You read your books and you learn how to draw comics and dragons and you play piano…
I use poetry to help me work through what I don’t understand, but I show up to...– Sarah Kay
End of April
End of April Phillis Levin Under a cherry tree I found a robin’s egg, broken, but not shattered. I had been thinking of you, and was kneeling in the grass among fallen blossoms when I saw it: a blue scrap, a delicate toy, as light as confetti It didn’t seem real, but nature will do such things from time to time. I looked inside: it was glistening, hollow, a perfect shell except for the...
Final Notations Adrienne Rich it will not be simple, it will not be long it will take little time, it will take all your thought it will take all your heart, it will take all your breath it will be short, it will not be simple it will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart it will not be long, it will occupy your thought as a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied it will take all...