Peace is congruency. When heart and mind align — when the world meets itself harmoniously in each individual — when we show up, for each other and for ourselves, with grace and reciprocal generosity — peace makes sense of the way forward.

laurieperez-az.medium.com/peace-sounds...

"Under the sea ice during the Arctic’s pitch-black polar night, cells power photosynthesis on the lowest light levels ever observed in nature."

Can you dig the metaphor?
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Chaos is hypnotic.
Break the gaze.

I remember how unhinged things were during his first term; this is so much worse. For someone at my level of influence, there's very little to "do." That doesn't make presence ineffective or mean sage calm can't help. The future has roots in how I see the world and how I uplift the people around me.

"Poetry is not science, but if you look closely enough, you might discover that science is composed of poems, stories, plays and characters worthy of the price of admission: a curious mind and quantum leap."
-from SPRITES
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Art For Arts Sake | Space Lightning | Theatre

Keeping it fresh ☕️ I'm not going to duplicate what I publish on Twitter / X while I'm active in this space. Thinking I might approach this new profile more like Tumblr - micro-blogging, art for art's sake, off-the-cuff, etc.

#writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #booksky

she shed so much, we often mused that her fur production must be fueled by magic, else she'd surely have been hairless within a week - it's been seven days since she took her last breath in my arms - these desert roads just aren't the same without a Chihuahua kicking up the dust beside me

Nothing but #sonder
Lived behind two eyes
While they looked at the
Small dots that scurried
Across the canvas
Below a window

#vss365

Let's face it.

dirty martini
don’t strain it
give me rocks.
sweaty thinking
astrophysics
with a twist.
the cosmos is
messy & impure
or we don’t exist.

Yes. I'm new. Profile stats, countable on two hands. What surprises me the most: the home scroll is even more politics / us-them laden than what I was sifting through on X when I decided to create a profile here.

stale sourdough
crumbs on dry wood of
a quiet table — wax
pooled, drowned the wick
— we went to bed cluttered
w/old ideas — dreamed
of kings and taxes, tea gone
tepid, overpriced luxuries —
yet late as it is on a cold
morning, earth turns on
a star: fresh light, free again

#poetry #art #resilience

“Now, what’s stirring in this murky sea of complexity and foolishness is an almost suffocating need to breathe fresh history.” —Amie Martine

#quote 📚 #amienovels