The revolution of our times – for young people, for old people, for Indigenous people, for everyone – is to take care of the Earth. Find a way, find your little piece of Earth to take care of. And together we can. And together we must.
~ Dr. Vandana Shiva
The Revolution of Our Times – for Young People
It’s Okay to Let Go of Those who Couldn’t Love You
It’s okay to let go of those who couldn’t love you. Those who didn’t know how to. Those who failed to even try. It’s okay to outgrow them, because that means you filled the empty space in you with self-love instead. You’re outgrowing them because you’re growing into you. And that’s more than okay – that’s something to celebrate.
~ Angelica Moone
Remember … Children at Play are Insulated from the Alarming World Around Them
Remember … children at play are insulated from the alarming world around them. Play is a sanctuary of safety. Play is also the original school, far more effective than anything society could possibly invent. Rather than try to make the home a school, it would be much more important in these times to make the home a true playground where nature can take care of all of us. In true play, the engagement is in the activity, not the outcome.
~ Dr. Gordon Neufeld
Trauma in a Person, Decontextualized Over Time, Looks Like Personality
Trauma in a person, decontextualized over time, looks like personality. Trauma in a family, decontextualized over time looks like family traits. Trauma in a people decontextualized over time looks like culture!
~ Resmaa Menakem
I’ve Been Thinking About the Way, When you Walk Down a Crowded Aisle
“I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”
~ Danusha Laméris
