mea culpa: noche no te vayas

to write prayerfully in quiet observation and worship

White Privilege Systemic Eradication of the Other

I missed my trauma therapy appointment for the 3rd week in a row today and it's showing through the cracks of my face, my hands, my mouth, my eyes, my voice... is cracking. My primary diagnosis nowadays is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and so I wondered that my experienced childhood trauma has been exceeded by

color

The issue of color is an interesting thing to think of. I experiment a lot with painting and while it seems as though I criss-cross with texture, oiling it up, glossily, sloppily, with slippery new paint colors, look at the above painting Triptych 1 acrylic on canvas 18 x 36" (c) 2017 that I painted

Safekeeping

I started this blog in 2019, maybe before or after the Mary Jahntz/Joey Goodwin July-September 2019 debacle, maybe not. So now it's CVD19 and the time of. I've been thinking about "Love In the Time of Cholera" and am worried for my friends and colleagues who are front-line, first responder physicians, nurses, workers in The

it is what it is

promises made, promises broken.

stop this train

Not sure what would be better... this ultimate new freedom that I have and it feels good like when you sleep safe and sound or driving awake in the dark singing, "stop this train i wanna get off and go home again" or to be laying with my wife, in desire fully, hands and legs

organi(zized)

In Taxi Driver, De Niro tells the woman of his fixation, "... I'm going to get 'organzized' (organized) and it's poignantly pathetic and sweet but it's where I am tonight I'm currently studying (Mometrix NASW and the Social Work ASWB Masters Exam Guide, 2nd Ed., A.C., 2019) for the National Association of Social Workers test

open door

Jen Padron Comrades: As America fights to figure their stuff out, I'll be holding doors for strangers, letting people cut in front of me in traffic, saying good morning, please and thank you, keeping babies entertained in grocery lines, stopping to talk to someone who looks lonely, tipping generously, taking back someone's shopping cart, calling