I made it up to San Francisco this past June for the Pride celebration. I love SF. The first time I went was the Summer before eighth grade (Or maybe it was the summer after). I had protested the war in Iraq on a Hemet Street Corner (this was before my brother went to fight in that war) and decided I was akin to the Hippies of the 1960s. I desperately wanted to see the Haight, to visit a place that was historically crawling with people who believed in Love. Continue reading “SF Botanical Magic”
In a night of dark introspection, I wrote the first verse, then the second, without their final rhymes. This song began as lost as its first stanzas. No direction. No identity. Just a smeared vision coming into focus at the end of a dark tunnel.
After the first verses, it struck me as a hymn, and I decided to honor the elements–water, air, fire, earth– and the universal flowing spirit of Divinity. It quickly became an ode to my secret spiritual awareness as a witch. I knew I needed a refrain for it to be a hymn. I heard the melody cadence in my mind but I could not hear the words. I continued to write. Continue reading “Living in the Grey (Original Song)”
13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, it profits me nothing. Continue reading “Love.”
Reverse racism is a phenomenon in which discrimination, sometimes officially sanctioned, against a dominant or formerly dominant racial or other group representative of the majority in a particular society takes place, for a variety of reasons, often initially as an attempt at redressing past wrongs. Continue reading “Reverse Racism–Reversed”