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Separate is Never Equal & One Last Word 

¿No sabes que por eso luchamos?" "Don't you know that this is why we fought?"

            - Separate is Never Equal pg. 3

Thought I'd crack from the weight of hurt, but time has a way of teaching that life finds its own balance. It swings up, swings down. 

                          -One Last Word pg. 58

Separate is Never Equal vlog

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One Last Word book talk 

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Golden Shovel Poem

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper,

I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Ordinary by Madeleine Campbell 

Sometimes it's hard to tell

what moments will be stuck with me.  

I wonder what 

moments will strike me as most sacred? Will I believe my touched nothing, leaving things as is?

Extraordinary ordinary life happens in the ordinary, although it 

might seem as though our days are marked with how you 

walk across a stage or aisle, life happens as we plan

In the moments sipping coffee, vacuuming and making lists of tedious tasks to

tend to, we mistake moments of mundane and what we need to do

with moments of the promise of beauty.  So how do we will our ordinary lives with 

reverence? There are moments where your

peace can surpasses. How does one

life take in all the wild 

and free goodness we have? The clinking of silverware and 

the autumn breeze. These are what I want to hold precious.

I hope I soak up my life. 

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