Thoughts for my brothers

These are my thoughts, and I am not going to justify them. There are always exceptions, I am usually not always 100% right, there are always motives I have that are wrong and motives others have that are noble. There are at least two sides to most stories. So, that is my justification.

Brothers, I want to be valued because I am a woman, your sister. I also want to be valued because I am a human being.

If you want to love me well, don’t just offer to walk me home at night, offer to walk me home in the morning, because you value who I am and because you want to know how I am doing, just because. If you want to love me well, don’t just be protective when you feel you have to be, or hold the door to be honorable. I appreciate those things very much. But what I appreciate more is when you affirm me with your words, when you affirm me with the action of walking over to me and asking me how I am doing—and then listening to my response. When you ask me questions and answer my questions, then I will feel better about letting you spend your time walking me home at night. Then, I will feel that I am not a burden, not a way to feel good about yourself. Then, I will understand that you are my brother.

You are respectful towards women’s bodies. I appreciate that very much. But if you want to love me well, simply respecting and protecting my body is not enough. I ask that you would be respectful to my soul.

I came into myself in a refugee camp in Hungary. The men were not respectful in the “American” way at all, at the beginning. And yet, by the end of my time there, I felt more respected by those men in that culture than I had ever felt in America. It wasn’t a perfect respect, and it was different, and it was conditional, and I can’t really explain it well, but there it was.

I can't speak for other women, but I just want to suggest that maybe maybe, asking a good question or listening or sharing an answer yourself might be a better way to love us than physical protection. 

I want to love you well, too. How can I do that? How can I respect your soul?

super bass never gets old.

yeah.

Ways God is Kind to Me

Recently I’ve been feeling very trapped in this country, on this side of the ocean. This morning I got to skype with my friend in Asia, and though talking to her fans the already large fire in my heart to leave, it was an absolute delight to SEE her and hear her voice and her stories. J

Then I got hot chocolate and a donut with my other friend, and she gave me some ideas, things perhaps God is teaching me, perhaps.

Late afternoon I just did not want to be alone, and after griping at God for a few minutes I asked my friend if I could come over for a cup of tea. She was available, quite thankfully and the tea was delicious, as was her company and being able to be open with her.

When I left my house to walk to her apartment (just for reference it took me about half an hour to get there) it was raining. I almost went back inside to get my raincoat, but then I decided to trust that when I came out of my friend’s apartment to walk back, it would be snowing.

IT WAS! And she drove me home, and we ate spaghetti and watched Duck Dynasty and enjoyed the presence of friends and roommates.  

It always kind of surprises me how absolutely KIND God is to me even though I complain and am so impatient most of the time. Golly.

And then I took a solitary walk in the SNOW and it was GLORIOUS. 

Leap Poem

It hasn't been workshopped. Hey, maybe I won't even turn this one in-- because, I like it.

Untitled, as of yet.

I am running south
because I forgot your name
I forgot the way you
said good morning.
I forgot how sunlight reflects
off barbed wire,
how the bus smells.

Can we pretend this library
is a Munich cathedral,
and dance in the streets
and eat dolma for lunch
and real milktea?

I'm suffocating.


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we respect the guest

the quest

the least of these among us

and the tea.

we respect the tea

the reading of your Book

the story of your world,

your God.

we respect the guest

the quest for faith

for things that stay

that do not fade

the quest for such things

the least of these

your Book.

we respect the guest

your quest

for things that do not fade

or stray or grey-

to gaze upon the face

of your Beloved.

be loved.

and stay,

and do not say a word

you do not stand behind

your world will grow in guests

on their quests for the things that do not stop

that do not start

that do not stray from the truth

that you’ve made

that you’re made for

for your God and His Book

and this tea,

the least of these,

and the guest.

choose to live in freedom.
choose to not live in fear.

eleven.four.

We walk
into the sunrise
into the cloudy sky
on a Monday morning
with deer
with bright leaves
and tall grass
and this wind
that wisps softly into my hair
into my ears
and laughs into my heart.

November Third

My early morning is cloaked in secrets,
of a soul's contentment in the sunshine
but not because of the sunshine.

We take communion in silence.
We sing loud, out of key and it
is the sort of choir I like best.
We pray in goosebumps and aching feet.

We beat the rugs together on the porch.

becoming free.
free-ing.
jubilee.