mi deber es vivir, morir, vivir.

my duty is to live, to die, to live.

Pablo Neruda

this world overwhelms me, this summer. my mind is spinning from the uncountable deaths, the country’s fragmentation, the dissonance of so many factions descended on Philly for the DNC this week. I joined in a Black Lives Matter march yesterday, hoping for it to be a time of solidarity; it morphed into a Bernie or Bust protest, which I hadn’t expected & really don’t support. on the train home I read article after article on my phone; five people behind me chatted excitedly about Bernie, Hillary, protests, elections, divisions, enemies. I mourn the lack of unity in this world. I seek solace in colors, poems, prayers, light.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”

2 Timothy 1:7

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