Jeannie Bench
@minddancing.bsky.social
Fiber artist, wife, mom... Alaskan
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Here is a gift link to my piece in today’s Washington Post on where we are vis a vis the resistance. You don’t need to be a subscriber, although you do need to give them your email:
wapo.st/4aEGlP3
wapo.st/4aEGlP3
Opinion | The resistance will not be rushed
Resting up to join a peaceful, nonviolent, colorful and multigenerational opposition.
wapo.st
January 29, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Here is a gift link to my piece in today’s Washington Post on where we are vis a vis the resistance. You don’t need to be a subscriber, although you do need to give them your email:
wapo.st/4aEGlP3
wapo.st/4aEGlP3
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Love is not just an idea. Love is something alive, living, personal, and true, the creating and nourishing power within life. It is patient, free to all, and it is medicine and food.
January 25, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Love is not just an idea. Love is something alive, living, personal, and true, the creating and nourishing power within life. It is patient, free to all, and it is medicine and food.
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January 18, 2025 at 3:41 AM
Reposted by Jeannie Bench
"and what the soul is, also
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
softly,
through the pale-pink morning light"
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
softly,
through the pale-pink morning light"
January 15, 2025 at 6:00 PM
"and what the soul is, also
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
softly,
through the pale-pink morning light"
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
softly,
through the pale-pink morning light"